human
Here they are, whispered Eves.
gpt
They’re bringing Josy to protect their rear. Now into cover!
human
Wearing rubber-soled shoes, whispered Eves.
gpt
So much the better; the tar will stick.
human
Now, Josiah, do ’ee stop here at the end of the lane, and if so be you see or hear any one coming up or down along, do ’ee run and tell us—quiet as a cat, mind ’ee.
gpt
All right, feyther. I’ll tell ’ee sure enough.
human
A powerful smell o’ tar, Mr. Noakes,
gpt
Mm’m, grunted Noakes.
human
Trenchard don’t tar his fences till autumn. ’Tis some mischief o’ they young varmints, belike. I’ll tar ’em!
gpt
You be sure o’ the law, Mr. Noakes? Young feller said summat about my being in quod _again_. How did he know I been in quod?
human
Quiet, Smail. I’ll answer for ’ee, man. Now, you go for’ard, straight along. When you get into coal-shed, gi’e me a whistle.
gpt
Not if I knows it. I can’t get in that there winder wi’out being hoisted, and ’tis you must hoist me.
human
Stuff and rubbish! Winder’s low, and don’t ’ee see ’tis best I shouldn’t be seen, if so be the door inside’s locked and you can’t get in?