human
If them Greasers bungled it _this_ time, may th' Lord help 'em. They'll shore get a-plenty. I wouldn't be-- he stopped and stared at the door, and then moved closer to it.
gpt
By G--d, they _got_ him! he whispered, and bent down, his hand passing over the indistinct figure.
human
Huh! I take it all back, he muttered in disgust.
gpt
That's a Greaser, by feel an' smell. They made more of a mess of it this time than they did before. Well, you ain't no fit ornament for th' front door. Might as well move you myself,