Only it seems in th' summer thet it's most o' it, th' way th' machines pile through, goin' over th' Pass.

Where you headed for ?" "The same place." "Over Hazard ?" The villager squinted.

"Over Hazard Pass?
Ain't daft, are you ?" "I hope not.

Why ?" "Ever made it before ?" "No." "And you're tacklin' it for the first time at this season o' th' year ?" "Yes.

Why not?
It's May, isn't it ?" The villager moved closer, as though to gain a better sight of Barry Houston's features.