human
You bob-tailed brevet West Pointer, said Shorty savagely, raising his fist,
gpt
I've a notion to break you in two for tryin' to beat me out o' what's mine. Git out o' here, or I'll--
human
Shorty! Shorty! Stop that! shouted Si, rushing over to his partner, and catching his back-drawn fist. He had been suspicious as to the cause of his partner's noisiness, and ran up as soon as the disturbance began.
gpt
Stop it, I say. Are you crazy?
human
Si Klegg, go off and mind your own business, and let me attend to mine, yelled Shorty, struggling to free himself from his partner's iron grasp.
gpt
Am I goin' to be run over by every pin-feather snipe from West Point? I'll break him in two.
human
Sergeant, commanded the Aid, reaching to take the field-glasses from Shorty's hand;
gpt
You tend to your own business and I'll tend to mine. Go away from here, and don't say anything to make him madder, you wasp-waisted errand boy, said Si savagely, as he thrust himself in between the Aid and Shorty.
human
I've got enough to do to take care of him. Go off, if you don't want him to mash you.