human
Here he is, cried Whipcord, who appeared to be leader of the party.
gpt
Here you are, Batch, my boy--we got your address at the police-station and came to look you up, and oh, I say, what a glorious old codger!
human
I say, introduce us, Batch, said the Field-Marshal,
gpt
Why, that's Bull's-eye, cried Crow.
human
You know, Twins, the fellow I told you about who's--
gpt
Oh, that's the Botany Bay hero, is it? cried Masham.
human
I must shake hands with him. One doesn't get the chance of saying how d'ye do to a real gaol-bird every day. How are you, Treadmill?
gpt
What--thinks we aren't good enough for him, does he?
human
So used to the handcuffs, said Abel,
gpt
But we don't know yet who this old weathercock is, cried Whipcord, turning again to my uncle.
human
What do they call you at home, old Stick- in-the-mud?