human
I can't rise to you, Joe, said the puzzled Matt.
gpt
What's on your mind?
human
Something more'n my hat, and you can bet your moccasins on that.
gpt
Where did Haidee go?
human
That leather-faced tinhorn uncle of hers grabbed her and took her away the minute she dropped from the trapeze.
gpt
She wasn't hurt, was she?
human
I didn't take any trouble to find out. She walked off spry enough.
gpt
What's the matter with you?
human
Wait till we get into the calliope tent, and out of this crowd and the dust--then I'll tell you.
gpt
Didn't you discover the trick Boss Burton played on me with the help of Haidee and Le Bon, Joe?
human
Oh, speak to me about that! snarled the cowboy.
gpt
Nary, I didn't, pard, until it was too everlastin'ly late to stop the run of the cards. Burton! We've got a bone to pick with him; and, after it's picked, I feel like cramming it down his throat. He was bound to have the girl go up, and he worked it in his sneaking, underhand way! I don't like this layout, Matt. You've had the closest call that's ever come your way since you took to flying. Sufferin' cats! Say, my heart was in my throat all the while I was looking on. I was expecting that any minute the fire would reach the gasoline, that both tanks would let go, and that you, and the girl, and the _Comet_ would all be wiped out in a big noise and a splotch of flame.