human
Well, what is the matter now?
gpt
The tracks, footmarks, strangers.
human
What? said Hatteras,
gpt
No, no, the object glass; the object glass out of my telescope.
human
Ah! I see, said Altamont;
gpt
Yes.
human
But then the footmarks?
gpt
They were ours, friends, just ours, exclaimed the Doctor.
human
We had lost ourselves in the fog, and been wandering in a circle.
gpt
But the boot-marks,
human
Bell's. He walked about a whole day after he had lost his snow shoes.
gpt
So I did,