human
Yes, replied Carter, after listening to Mrs. Van Rensselaer's chatter for a moment,
gpt
The poor fellows on the round-up all summer! I bet they're glad to get their mail,
human
What they get don't hurt them any, remarked Sydney.
gpt
Range riding isn't conducive to letter writing, and it doesn't take long before a cow-puncher is about forgotten by his home people, and his mail consists of an occasional newspaper, sent by someone who happens to remember him, and the regular home letter from his old mother, who never forgets. By the way, here's a lot of mail for O'Hara. Have to ride over with it unless he turns up pretty soon.
human
Dear Larry! said Clarice.
gpt
What made him leave just when I came up here? I'd love to see him! He's such a jolly good fellow. You didn't send him away on some wild-goose chase, did you, Hope?
human
No, there wasn't enough excitement here, so he went over to the military reservation. They are out on drill over near here--Colonel Walsh, and a lot of West Point fellows Larry knows, and so he pulled stakes, just quit our company entirely, and turned old Watch Eye toward Fox Creek.