human
Ye-ah?
gpt
Ye-ah,
human
Oh, said the trail-boss, eyeing his victim speculatively.
gpt
You know all about 'em, huh?
human
Everythin',
gpt
I wish to heaven you'd quit smokin' them cussed things around here, said McCullough plaintively.
human
Yo're growed up now, purty near; an' you _ain't_ no Greaser. I'll buy you a pipe if you'll promise to smoke it.
gpt
Pipes, judgin' from yourn, sweetly replied Johnny, calmly lighting the cigarette,
human
Takes a _man_, I reckon, to enjoy it's aromer, he observed.
gpt
Goin' back to yore medicine bag, let's see what you can get out of it,
human
I smell a trail-boss an' his pipe. They went to th' bend of th' crick, an' they says to Pete Holbrook, who rides that section, that he ought to ride on th' other side of th' crick after dark.