human
There it is again, bronch, he growled.
gpt
We'll soon wonder if th' cold was all a dream.
human
They can't go on another day, he muttered.
gpt
This ain't just dry trail it's a chunk out of h--l. They can't stand much more of it without goin' blind, an' that's th' beginnin' of th' end on a place like this. I'm bettin' they get to water by noon--an' then _we_ got to wait till th' coast is clear. He shook the canteen he had allotted himself and growled again.
human
About a quart, an' I could drink a gallon! All right, bronch; get a-goin',