human
These woods are untouched,
gpt
So far, he said. Then he added, with a quick look up at the belching smoke,
human
If they weren't I don't guess we'd be here now. Say, it's God's mercy sure this trail heads from the farm southeast. Further on it swings away at a fork. One trail goes due east, an' the other sou'west. One of 'em's sure cut by the fire. An' the other--wal, it's a gamble with luck.
gpt
It's the only way out?
human
That's so.
gpt
We're like--rats in a trap.
human
We ain't beat yet,