human
Here's another!
gpt
You'll pay for this night's work when the noo--
human
How many more?
gpt
There's three on 'em forward, growled Bob Hampton.
human
The look-out man and two more.
gpt
Pistols! cried Mr Frewen, loudly, and then as there was a sharp clicking from mine as well as three others, he shouted--
human
Now, you men, surrender, or we fire!
gpt
Not us! came back hoarsely.
human
Now, lads, rush 'em; they've got no pistols!