human
Well, they didn't give us much of a chase,
gpt
Plenty to suit me. What are we going to do now?
human
This fog is beginning to lift, said Jim,
gpt
Here's a wire fence, announced Jo,
human
I reckon it's the one the old geser cut.
gpt
It surely is and a straight course north is our direction,
human
Here are hills that look like those we rode through,
gpt
We will soon be there now, was Jim's cheerful comment
human
What's that? It sounds like a dog barking.
gpt
I suppose it's some big hound, that they usually keep on these ranches, said Jo, who was beginning to feel depressed from hunger and fatigue,