human
Why, you're wounded yourself, girl!
gpt
Not at all, Larry, she replied.
human
The blood came from _him_, and she pointed back to the rocks. She started on, but turned back.
gpt
Tell me, she said,
human
I sent him home, replied Larry.
gpt
The poor little chap was about all in. We met his uncle, Long Bill, riding like blazes for the doctor. It seems that those young divils of twins shot old Harris some time during the night, which stopped that faction from joining these fellows here as they had planned. A pretty lucky shot, I'm thinking! They ought to have a gold medal for it, bless their souls, but they'll both dangle from the end of a rope before they're forty, the devils, or I'll miss my guess!