human
Gimme a drink! he demanded, and when he had had it he swung around and glared at Idaho.
gpt
Lukins have any money in that bank? Yes? You better be off to let him know about it. H--l of a note: Thirty thousand stole! An' Jud Hill holdin' a gun on _me_ when I rode into town, askin' fool questions! An' let me tell you somethin'--judgin' from th' tools they forgot to take with 'em, it wasn't no amatachures that did that job. Diamond drills an' cow-country crooks don't know each other. An' that Jud Hill, a-stoppin' _me_!
human
Mebby he won't let you leave town, suggested Idaho.
gpt
Corwin's given orders like that.
human
Y-a-a-s? Then I'm invitin' you-all to Hill's funeral, an' Corwin's, too, if he cuts in! _Thirty thousand!_ Great land of cows!
gpt
Corwin's out now, huntin' for 'em,
human
Is he? sneered Ridley.
gpt
Then he wants to find 'em! Th' firm of Twitchell an' Carpenter owns near half of that bank--every dollar th' Question-Mark has was in it. There's a change comin' to this part of th' country!