human
You're--you're mighty decent, he repeated, hollowly, by way of farewell.
gpt
But I've got to go. And don't worry about my making the station, he added, reassuringly.
human
I have the directions, and I'll get there in time to make that ten-thirty eastbound to-night.
gpt
Why'n't you stay over till mornin', then? he demanded.
human
The ranch wagon goes up early, and you could ride the seat just like a well man.