human
What do you want?
gpt
A fight!
human
Yes, yes! a fight!
gpt
Silence, my Wolves! cried the quarryman, as he turned round, and stretched forth his large hand towards the multitude. Then addressing Agricola, he said:
human
The Wolves have come to ask for a fight.
gpt
With whom?
human
With the Devourers.
gpt
There are no Devourers here, replied Agricola;
human
Well! here are the Wolves, that will eat your quiet workmen.
gpt
The Wolves will eat no one here, said Agricola, looking full at the quarryman, who approached him with a threatening air;
human
Is that?
gpt
Iron against iron--hammer against hammer--that suits me,
human
It does not matter what suits you, answered Agricola, hardly able to restrain himself.
gpt
You have broken our windows, frightened our women, and wounded--perhaps killed--the oldest workman in the factory, who at this moment lies bleeding in the arms of his son. Here Agricola's voice trembled in spite of himself.
human
It is, I think, enough.
gpt
No; the Wolves are hungry for more, answered the blaster;
human
Yes! yes! battle!--let them come out!
gpt
We will have no battle, answered Agricola:
human
said Agricola, throwing his cap upon the threshold, and setting his foot on it with an intrepid air,
gpt
There or elsewhere we will have the fight! the Wolves must eat the Devourers. Now for the attack!
human
Follow me, Wolves!
gpt
Do not hurt my mother!
human
I'll serve you out first, and your mother afterwards,