human
Course, he exclaimed,
gpt
he laughed again,
human
I'll swar' it ain't the Padre,
gpt
It sure ain't,
human
The Padre? cried Abe, with a scornful laugh.
gpt
Why, I'd sooner guess it's me.
human
You're dead right ther', boys, he said, with hearty good-will.
gpt
It sure ain't the Padre. He's got religion, an' though I'm 'most allus curious 'bout folks with religion--it ain't right to say ther's any queer reason fer 'em gettin' it. Then the Padre's bin here nigh twenty years. Jest fancy! A feller of his eddication chasin' around these hills fer twenty years! It's easy fer a feller raised to 'em, like Buck. But when you've been a feller in a swell position East, to come an' hunt your hole in these hills fer twenty years, why, it's--it's astonishin'. Still, that don't make no diff'rence. It can't be the Padre. He's got his reasons fer stayin' around here. Wal, nigh all of us has got reasons fer bein' here. An' it ain't fer us to ask why. No, though I don't usually trust folks who get religion sudden, I ain't goin' agin the Padre. He's a white man, sure.
human
The whitest around here, cried Curly. He eyed Beasley steadily.
gpt
Say, you, he went on suspiciously,