human
You hurt?
gpt
No. Are you?
human
I'm all right. What happened?
gpt
Front tyre. Wheel fairly kicked out of my hand.
human
It's damn bad luck,
gpt
Brutal. She bent over and switched off her lights.
human
What are we going to do?
gpt
This road leads from Oxshott--London that way. With any luck we might get a lift.
human
Late for anything to be about. She looked back along the way they had come. The road could be seen threading its way among pines for a couple of miles or more.
gpt
We shall know they're coming five minutes before they can get here. Still I suppose you won't wait for them.
human
No fear. Couldn't put up much of a fight with this hand.
gpt
Pigs, said Flora.
human
I'd like to kill them.
gpt
Both sides are pretty lethal. Wouldn't fancy my chances if----
human
You think they'd----
gpt
Course they would. Why in blazes doesn't something roll up? Bet your life if they can't get the concession for themselves they'll take precious good care no one else shall profit by it. He paced up and down looking this way and that.
human
It was like my infernal conceit bringing the thing through myself. Anyone but an idiot would have registered it from Cherbourg. Almost wish we'd stuck to the main road. There'd have been some traffic there. Damn all motorists who're in bed tonight.
gpt
D'you hear?
human
They're coming.
gpt
That's no Ford, she said.
human
It's coming from over there.
gpt
You're right, said Anthony.
human
Got your gun--give it to me.
gpt
What for?
human
Because that car is going to stop whether it wants to or not.
gpt
Oh, let me hold 'em up,
human
No fear. You've risked enough already. Run round the bend and meet 'em. If they won't pull up for you they will for me.
gpt
Off you go.
human
Stop--stop,