human
They ain't ornaments to camp, no way you can fix it, them Greasers ain't,
gpt
Mississip's right, fellers, said the host.
human
They ain't got the slightest idee of the duties of citizens. They show themselves down to the saloon, to be sure, an' I never seed one of 'em a-waterin.' his liquor; but when you've sed that, you've sed ev'rythin'.
gpt
Our distinguished friend, speaks truthfully, remarked Nappy Boney, the only Frenchman in camp, and possessing a nickname playfully contracted from the name of the first emperor.
human
That's bad, to be sure, said Texas, cutting an enormous chew of tobacco, and passing both plug and knife;
gpt
They wash out a sight of dust! growled Lynn Taps, from the Massachusetts shoe district;
human
Blarst 'em hall! let's give 'em tickets-o'-leave, an' show em the trail! roared Bracelets, a stout Englishman, who had on each wrist a red scar, which had suggested his name and unpleasant situations.
gpt
I believe in fair play, but I darsn't keep my eyes hoff of 'em sleepy-lookin' tops, when their flippers is anywheres near their knives, you know.
human
Well, what's to be done to 'em? demanded Lynn Taps.
gpt
All this jawin's well enough, but jaw never cleared out anybody 'xcep' that time Samson tried, an' _then_ it came from an individual that wasn't related to any of _this_ crowd.
human
Let 'em alone till next time they git into a muss, an' then clean 'em all out of camp, said Chagres Charley.
gpt
Let's hev it onderstood that while this camp cheerfully recognizes the right of a gentleman to shoot at sight an' lay out his man, that it considers stabbin' in the dark's the same thing as murder. Them's our principles, and folks might's well know 'em fust as last. Good Lord! what's that?
human
That's one of 'em now! ejaculated Mississip, with a huge oath.
gpt
Nobody but a Greaser ken holler that way--sounds like the last despairin' cry of a dyin' mule. There's only eight or nine of 'em, an' each of us is good fur two Greasers apiece--let's make 'em git this minnit.