human
He has been coming across the fen path, said the squire.
gpt
Ahoy! don't stir till we come.
human
Shall we want the lantern, father?
gpt
No, no, my lad; we can see. Seems darker first coming out of the light.
human
Help!
gpt
Ahoy, there!
human
Hickathrift?
gpt
Ay, mester! Hear that! some un's in trouble over yonder.
human
Yes, I heard it. I think it must be Mr Marston missed his way.
gpt
What! the young gent at the dreeaning! Hey, bud he'd no call to be out theer.
human
Where are you?
gpt
Here! help!
human
Tak' care, Mester Dick! cried Hickathrift as he and the squire followed.
gpt
Why, he is reight off the path!
human
I'll take care! shouted Dick.
gpt
Come on! All right; it isn't very soft here!