human
Hell's fire! was all he said, staring dumbly down into Brennan's face over the front wheel.
gpt
Where in Sam Hill did you come from?
human
I'm the one to ask questions, son, returned the little marshal, the vicious blue barrel shining in the sunlight,
gpt
Then climb down over the wheel. Jim, take a look under that canvas; Moore, here, is generally a genial sort o' liar, and we'd better be sure. All right--hey? Then dismount, Matt, and be quick about it. Now unbuckle that belt, and hand the whole outfit over to Westcott; then we'll talk business together.