human
Great goodness, gasped Si at length,
gpt
Don't know about that, said Shorty despairingly.
human
We've bin gone some little time and they're quick-footed little rascals.
gpt
What fools we wuz to both go off and leave 'em, murmured Si in deep contrition.
human
What fools we wuz.
gpt
No use o' cryin' over spilt milk, answered Shorty.
human
The thing to do now is to find 'em, which is very much like huntin' a needle in a haystack. You stay here, on the chance o' them comin' back, and I'll take a circle around there to the left and look for 'em. If I don't find 'em I'll come back and we'll go down to the Provo-Marshal's.
gpt
Goodness, I'd rather be shot than go back to the rijimint without 'em, groaned Si.
human
How kin I ever face the Colonel and the rest o' the boys?