human
There they go back to Mesquite to capture Quayle's hotel an' win th' fight, sneered Hopalong.
gpt
I could tell 'em somethin' that would send them th' other way--but we'll let 'em ride with Fate; an' get to that water as quick as yore weary legs can take us. Th' herd is there, bronch; all alone, waitin' for us. It's our herd now, if we want it, which we don't. Huh! Mebby they left a guard! All right, then; he's got a big job on his hands. Come on; get a-goin'!