human
Shut yore face, growled Red.
gpt
It was plumb luck.
human
laughed his friend in joyous irony;
gpt
Heads was plentiful up there yesterday. There was allus one or two bobbin' up. I'm bettin' they'll be scarcer today.
human
They'll be scarcer tomorrow, when we are behind them other shacks, replied Red.
gpt
They're easy three hundred paces nearer, an' that's a lot sometimes.
human
An' twice as much to them, rejoined Johnny.
gpt
Th' nearer you get th' more you make it even terms. You stay where you are--me an' Waffles'll go out there tonight.