human
Hullo! the fellow shouted.
gpt
What's up? Did you think this was Christmas Eve? Hey, there--Mendez; Cateras.
human
Hands up, Bill! he said quietly, in a voice carrying conviction.
gpt
None of that--don't play with me. Take your left hand an' unbuckle your belt--I said the left. Now drop it into the dirt.
human
Who the hell are you?
gpt
That doesn't make much difference, does it, as long as I've got the drop? asked the other genially.
human
But, if you must know to be happy--I'm the marshal o' Haskell. Go easy, boy; you've seen me shoot afore this, an' I was born back in Texas with a weapon in each hand. Climb down off'n that hoss.
gpt
What kind of a low-down trick is this, Brennan? he snapped, glaring through the darkness at the face of his captor.
human
What's become of Pasqual Mendez? Ain't his outfit yere?
gpt
His outfit's here all right, dead an' alive, and Brennan chuckled cheerfully,
human
Dead?
gpt
As a door nail, if yer ask me. It was some nice ov yer ter come ridin' long here ter-night, Lacy. It sorter helps me ter make a good, decent clean-up ov this whole measly outfit. I reckon I'll stow yer away, along with them others. Mosey up them steps there, an' don't take no chances lookin' back.
human
I'll get you for this, Brennan.
gpt
Not if the Circuit Court ain't gone out o' business, you won't. I've got yer cinched an' hog tied--here now; get in thar.