human
We're goin' to cross a hard country, li'l' hawss, said Sandy.
gpt
But I figger we can make it. Got to make it, Pronto. An' we're sure goin' to. Doin' it fo' her.
human
Grit must have been hurt pritty bad, I'm afraid. Still he might have trailed her 'stead of comin' back. Sun's gettin' to'ards the no'th.
gpt
Wonder who the three were with Plimsoll? They've gone to the Hideout an' we got to find it, li'l' hawss. Some job, I reckon. But Plimsoll's goin' to be mighty sorry fo' himse'f befo' long.