human
I say, Hicky, turn back and let's go along the edge of the fog,
gpt
Nay, it's driftin' ower us, replied the wheelwright.
human
Best keep on and go reight through.
gpt
Go on, then, cried Dick.
human
Feel how cold and damp it is.
gpt
Feel it, Dick? Yes; and right in my wounded arm.
human
Does it hurt much?
gpt
No; only aches. Why, how dense it is!
human
Can you find your way?
gpt
Dunno, mester. Best keep straight on, I think. Dessay it'll soon pass over.