human
I suppose, Mr. Mullford, if we keep on in this direction a matter of some twenty-five thousand miles we might reach Muletown. But don't you think we would save time if we were to turn around and travel the other way?
gpt
You've not got that notion out of your 'ead yet, 'ave you! Say, pard, he added to Jim,
human
Mr. Wellesly is still turned around. 'E thinks we ought to right about face and take the back track to get to Muletown. What can we do to convince 'im 'e's all right?