human
Will Whittaker has disappeared. His father thinks he's been killed. He left the ranch a week ago to come to town and nobody's seen him since. I'm goin' after Sheriff Daniels.
gpt
Gee-ee! Moses! Ellhorn exclaimed, as his eyes, full of amazed inquiry, sought Tuttle's. But amazed inquiry of like sort was all that flashed back at him from Tuttle's mild blue orbs, and after an instant's pause he went on:
human
Whew! won't hell's horns be a-tootin' this afternoon! Confound this arm! Say, Tom, you-all go and tell Emerson about it and I'll skate around and find out what's goin' on.
gpt
You won't go to drinkin'?
human
Not this time, Tommy! There'll be excitement enough here in another two hours without me making any a-purpose, and don't you forget it! Things are a-goin' to be too serious for me to soak any of my wits in whisky just now!
gpt
No, Nick, said Tuttle, looking at the other's helpless arm,
human
I reckon I better go along with you-all, if there's likely to be any trouble.