human
Thar he goes agin, d'ye see, pokin' his shovel in all aroun'. Now, ef the boys want me to leave, they kin say so, an' I'll go. 'Tain't the easiest claim in the world to work, runnin' this camp ain't, an' I'll never hanker to be chief nowhar else; but seein' I've stuck to the boys, an' seen 'em through from the fust, 'twouldn't be exactly gent'emanly, 'pears to me.
gpt
Nobody wants you to go, Whitey, said Wolverine, one of the chief's most faithful supporters.
human
Didn't yer kick that New Hampshire feller out of camp when he kept a-sayin' the saloon wuz the gate o' hell?
gpt
Well, said the chief, with a flush of modest pride,
human
I don't deny it; but _I_ wont remind the boys of it, ef they've forgot it.
gpt
An' didn't yer go to work, said another,
human
That ain't the best thing yer dun, neither! exclaimed a third.
gpt
I wonder does any of them galoots forgit how the saloon got a-fire when ev'rybody was asleep--how the chief turned out the camp, and after the barkeeper got out the door, how the chief rushed in an' rolled out all three of the barrels, and then went dead-bent fur the river with his clothes all a-blazin'? Whar'd we hev been for a couple of weeks ef it hadn't bin fur them bar'ls?
human
Whitey, we'll stick to yer like tar-an'-feather, an' ef cap'n an' his friends git troublesome we'll jes' show 'em the trail, an' seggest they're big enough to git up a concern uv their own, instid of tryin' to steal somebody else's.