human
Oh, I shall be blown clean off, she shouted down to her friend.
gpt
Come and help me hold on, Gabby; or give me Maddy's glasses.
human
Yes, there's a car, she proclaimed.
gpt
Can't see what it is, or how many people in; but it seems to be doing a sprint all right. Bother that cyclist in front--he gets in the way.
human
The car will catch him up directly though,
gpt
It's a motor-cycle, stupid! My word! They're coming some pace.
human
Which, the car people?
gpt
Both. Come up and look. Your turn with the glasses. I'll have just one more squint through them. My Sunday hat, and....
human
What is it? demanded Gabrielle, scrambling up in a hurry, for Noreen had broken off short in her favourite ejaculation, as though she were almost too surprised to speak.
gpt
Isn't it Joey in the car?
human
Who do you think it is on the motor-cycle, and scorching fit to bust? demanded Noreen in a thrilling whisper.
gpt
Why, our old Stinks Professor, no less.