human
Well, yo'uns is as good doctrin' hurts as ole Sary Whittleton, and she's a natural bone-setter,
gpt
Well, don't stand around and gawk, , said Si snappishly.
human
Help. What's your name?
gpt
Gabe Brimster.
human
Well, Gabe, go down to the branch and git some more water, quick as you kin move them stumps o' your'n. Give the men all they want to drink, and then pour some on their wounds. Then go there and cut some o' them pawpaws, and peel their bark, to make a litter to carry your pardner back to the mill. Boys, look around for guns. Smash all you kin find on that rock there, so they won't be of no more use. Bust the locks good, and bend the barrels. Save two to make the handles of the litter.