human
I hain't got but $40 left o' my bounty and first month's pay, said little Pete irresolutely,
gpt
You'll do nothin' o' the kind, shouted Shorty, bursting through the bushes.
human
You measly whelps, hain't you a grain o' manhood left? Ain't you ashamed to swindle a green little kid out o' the money that he wants to send to his widowed mother?
gpt
Go off and 'tend to your own business, if you know what's good for you, said the larger of the men threateningly.
human
Keep your spoon out o' other folks' soup. This young man knows what he's about. He kin take care o' himself. He ain't no chicken. You ain't his guardeen.
gpt
No he ain't, said Pete Skidmore, whose vanity was touched as well as his cupidity aroused.
human
Mind your own business, Mister Elliott. You're only a Corpril anyway. You hain't nothin' to do with me outside the company. I kin take care o' myself. I've beat these men twice, and kin do it again.
gpt
Clear out, now, if you don't want to git hurt,