human
Follow this road back to the crossin' an' turn to your left, directed Striker,
gpt
Some day, said the young man,
human
I should like to have a long talk with you about my father. You knew him well and I--by the way, your love-lorn friend knew him also.
gpt
Yes, said he, with curious deliberation.
human
She was sayin' as how she told you a lot about him last night,--what sort of a man he was, an' all that.
gpt
She told me nothing that--
human
Jist a minute, Mr. Gwynne, said Striker, laying his hand on the rider's knee. Kenneth drew rein.
gpt
I guess maybe you didn't know who she was talkin' about at the time, but it was your father she was describin'. We all three knowed somethin' that you didn't know, an' it's only fair fer me to tell you the truth, now that she's out of the way. That girl was Viola Gwyn, an' she's your half-sister.