human
THE BOOM SWUNG OUT, AND CAME INTO SHARP CONTACT, FIRST WITH NOAKES’S HEAD, THEN WITH THE WIND SCREEN.
gpt
Hurroosh! yelled the Irishman, standing with difficulty erect in the swaying vehicle and looking back along the road.
human
Noakes, if that’s the name of him, is after shaking his fist on us. I wouldn’t say but he’s cursing mighty fine, but sure I can’t hear him for the noise of the creature. Saunders and the driver-man might be having a shindy by the looks of it. His head might be sore on him, and he’ll not deserve it,—the man, I mean: I wouldn’t be wasting a word of pity on Saunders if so be it was him.
gpt
Tell me if they draw up with us,
human
I will, begor, said the Irishman.
gpt
She’s after doing that same now, and smoking like a tug on the Liffey.
human
He’s driving her hard,
gpt
That’s all right, said Templeton.
human
It’s my turn now.