human
Hully gee! partner! he called out suddenly;
gpt
I kin see it, that's right; an' say, she sure _does_ look good to me.
human
Meaning the earth, I reckon, eh, Perk?
gpt
Nawthin' less, buddy--fog's a climbin' aout like hot cakes--soon wont be a single wisp left, I take it. But gee! what a pictur' it makes--never did set my lamps on sech _turrible_ stuff afore--looks like Ole Nature had busted loose in tryin' to pile up rocks as big as skyscrapers in little Ole New York, some o' 'em as big as the highest hill in the Catskills. What a place--what a place, I'd say agin.
human
Does look a bit rough,
gpt
A bit rough--huh! yeou jest can't ekal it if yeou trips all over this Rocky Mountain country fur weeks, that's a fact, Jack Ralston. Seems like we was abeatin' the record right along on this here jaunt--the thickest fog--the longest night--an' neow the beatenist country ever! If it keeps agoin' like that we're bound to run up against the wust gang o' holdup men that was ever heard of.
human
Had that idea in my mind from the start, so it isn't going to surprise me much if it comes true,