human
What I really wanted to know, Judge, was about a charter. I want to start a company. So I says to myself, Judge Tom, he can just about start me right. He'll get my company going--what say? Answering the Judge's question about the nature of the company, the Captain explained:
gpt
You see, I had the agency for the Waverly bicycle here a while back, and I got one of their wheels and was fooling with it like a fellow will on a wet day--what say? He smiled up at the Judge a self-deprecatory smile, as if to ask him not to mind his foolishness but to listen to his story.
human
And when I got the blame thing apart, she wouldn't go together--eh? So I had to kind of give up the agency, and I took a churn that was filling a long-felt want just then. Churns is always my specialty and I forgot all about the bicycle--just like a fellow will--eh? But here a while back I wanted to rig up a gearing for the churn and so I took down the wreck of the old wheel, and dubbing around I worked out a ball-bearing sprocket joint--say, man, she runs just like a feather. And now what I want is a patent for the sprocket and a charter for the company to put it on the market. Henry Fenn's going to the capital for me to fix up the charter; and then whoopee--the old man's coming along, eh? When I get that thing on the market, you watch out for me--what say?