human
This man Kane, whoever an' wherever he is, he thought,
gpt
he muttered, as the window-wriggling, pock-marked Mexican emerged from behind the partition, bent swiftly over Kit Thorpe and betook his tense and nervous self to the roulette table.
human
I've got yore ugly face carved deep in my mem'ry, you Greaser snake! he growled under his breath.
gpt
If it wasn't for loosin' bigger game I'd turn you over to Ridley's friends before night. You can wait.