human
My dear girl, said Ross Duggan's voice a trifle testily,
gpt
No, she whispered softly.
human
I wondered what you were doing, and who your companion might be. Send him away, Ross. I _must_ speak with you alone!
gpt
All right. The inflection of voice was so identical with that of the new lord of the manor as to make Dollops fairly jump at sound of it. He would hardly have been able to believe the evidence of his own ears if he had not seen this thing done before in those old Apache days, in the Inn of The Twisted Arm, when the notorious Margot and her crew had run them to earth and this was the only way out:
human
Get along there, Parsons. There's nothing more to be seen now. You can meet me some time next week--if things go all right with me and I'm not already swinging at the end of a long rope! And we'll have another confab together. But you'd better make yourself scarce now. There'll be a dickens of a kybosh if they find we've broken parole, and I don't want you hauled into the beastly thing. So long. And _listen--listen_: be careful--do!