human
East Rock,
gpt
Eh? exclaimed the driver.
human
Thot's not pwhere ye wur goin' in th' firrust place.
gpt
We have changed the programme. East Rock is where we are bound for now.
human
All roight, me b'y.
gpt
Break it off! sharply commanded Frank.
human
Want to let the sophs know we're up to something?
gpt
I don't care.
human
They might raise a rescue party and follow us.
gpt
But they wouldn't frop any chost--I mean chop any frost with us.
human
Pwhat's thot? came suspiciously from the driver.
gpt
An' is it not softmores ye are yersilves?
human
Of course we are,
gpt
Thin pwhat fer do ye yell fer 'Umpty-eight?
human
Oh, it's a way we have. Don't mind it, but keep on driving if you want to retain your scalp, paleface. We are mighty bad Injuns!