human
Oh, what a sad, sad day! sighed Mrs. Bobbsey.
gpt
And it started off so happily, too!
human
Perhaps it will end happily, said Mr. Bobbsey, hopefully.
gpt
It will not be night for several hours yet, and before then we may find Flossie and Freddie. In fact I'm sure we shall!
human
I think so, too, declared Mr. Trench, the owner of the balloon.
gpt
That craft of mine wasn't filled with enough gas to go far, and it had to come down soon.
human
But where would it come down? That's the point! cried Mrs. Bobbsey.
gpt
If it came down in the lake----
human
It's on Hemlock Island, take my word for it! growled out Captain Craig, in whose motor-boat the searching party was riding. It was not because he was cross that his voice had a growling sound. It was just naturally hoarse. He was out on the water so much, often in the cold and rain, that he seemed to have an everlasting cold.
gpt
We'll find the balloon and the children, too, on Hemlock Island, he went on.
human
Half a dozen men I talked to, just before you came, said they saw something big and black, like an airship, swooping down on the island. We'll find 'em there, never fear!
gpt
How far are we from Hemlock Island?
human
Oh, a few miles--just a few miles,
gpt
And how long will it take to get there?
human
Well, that's hard to say, was the answer.
gpt
It might take us a long while, and again it might not take us so long.
human
Why is that?