"Awfully thick in places."
"And you walked right into it?"
"I had to. There wasn't any way to ride."
"Ride?"
"I mean I walked into the smoke. I don't know what I am saying. You must be right. I am sick."
"How brave my husband is. How proud I am of him. And not only brave but skilful. How did you manage to go through the smoke and flame and get no odor of smoke on your clothes, nor smut the front of your shirt?"
"I don't know, dear. I did not have time to notice. I was too busy."
"Ah, my hero! I am proud of you. Did you win or lose?"
"Did I what?"
"Did you win or lose?"