human
Jim, Mead began, and then paused, looking Halliday squarely in the eyes, while his own friends and the sheriff's party edged closer, all listening breathlessly. None of them had any idea what he was going to say, whether it would be surrender, or defiance and a declaration of continued war. Nick and Tom exchanged glances and cocked their revolvers, which they held down beside their legs.
gpt
Jim, Mead went on,
human
I acknowledge nothing about this body except that, as far as I can see, it seems to be the body of Will Whittaker and he seems to have died from these pistol shots. But I reckon it calls, merely on the face of it, mind, for me to make good the word I gave to Wellesly. Here are my guns.
gpt
What did he want to do that for? he whispered to Nick.
human
We had 'em sure buffaloed and on the run, and now he's plum' spoiled the whole thing!
gpt
I reckon it was the best thing you could do, Emerson, said Judge Harlin,
human
Hello, John, he called,
gpt
I thought we tipped you over just now. Hurt much?
human
No, not much. Only a scratch on the shoulder.