human
It will be a cold drive for you, boys, said she;
gpt
I've told Tom to put up at Markridge, so you will have a mile walk to warm you up before you get to Templeton.
human
Ah, there's the trap; I'll tell Mr Ashford--
gpt
Well, boys, ready for the road? Good bye, and good luck. Don't forget whose son Edward the Fifth was, Coote. Keep your heads and you'll get on all right. I trust you not to get into mischief on the way. All right, Tom.