human
Mister, said he, placing his arms akimbo, and facing me,
gpt
What! Bob Lincoln? Bob Lincoln of the Peaks?
human
Why, Lord save us from Injuns! it ain't you, Cap'n Haller? May I be dog-goned if it ain't! Whooray!--whoop! I knowed it warn't no store-keeper fired that shot. Haroo! whar are yur, Jack?
gpt
Here I am,
human
Kum hyur, then. Ye ain't badly skeert, air yur?
gpt
No,
human
I tuk him from a scoundrelly Crow thet I overhauled on a fork of the Yellerstone. He gin me a long pedigree, that is, afore I kilt the skunk. He made out as how his people hed tuk the boy from the Kimanches, who hed brought him from somewhar down the Grande. I know'd it wur all bamboozle. The boy's white--American white. Who ever seed a yeller-hided Mexikin with them eyes and ha'r? Jack, this hyur's Cap'n Haller. If yur kin iver save his life by givin' yur own, yur must do it, de ye hear?
gpt
I will,
human
Come, Lincoln, I interposed,
gpt
Ain't worth mentioning Cap; let bygones be bygones!
human
But what brought you to New Orleans? or, more particularly, how came you into this scrape?