human
Don't take nuthin' from him, cried the youngster scornfully. Then he turned on Beasley fiercely.
gpt
You need Buck around to set you right, Mister Lousy Beasley, he cried.
human
We ain't robbin' anybody, an' sure not the Padre. He found that nugget, an' it's his to give or do wot he likes with. The gal brought us the luck, an' the Padre guessed it was only right she should have the first find. That nugget was the first find, an' the Padre found it. Wal! But as no reply was forthcoming he hurried on, turning his tongue loose in the best abuse he could command at the moment.
gpt
You're a rotten sort o' skunk anyway, an' you ain't got a decent thought in your diseased head. I'd like to say right here that you hate seein' a sixty-ounce lump o' gold in any other hands than your own dirty paws. That's your trouble, so jest shut right up while better folks handles a matter wot's a sight too delicate fer a rotten mind like yours.