human
Queer chap, murmured Johnny.
gpt
But a real sport at that.
human
No use to try to find him.
gpt
Not a bit.
human
Queer chap, Johnny murmured again,
gpt
Queer eyes.
human
That Pant was just short for Panther Eye, said the miner.
gpt
Men gave him the name. One of them claimed he was hunting panthers once with a skillful surgeon. A panther tore his right eye out. The surgeon shot the panther and grafted an eye into Pant's empty socket. The fellow claimed he'd seen him with those yellow goggles off. Said his pupil contracted in the light like a great cat's eye. But you can't believe half those men tell you.
human
No, you can't, said Johnny.
gpt
I guess every chap has a right to have a secret or two about himself and keep them. Pant had his and kept it. That's about as far as we'll ever get on that mystery. What say we go to chow?