human
Surrender, or you are a dead man! commanded Major Deck, sternly.
gpt
Let go of the gun.
human
Wha--what? he stammered.
gpt
See yere, this ain't fair, nohow!
human
Let go, or I'll fire,
gpt
Now march up the road away from the bridge, he continued.
human
And no treachery, or I'll put a ball through you on the spot.
gpt
I reckon I have fell in with Deck Lyon,
human
I am Deck Lyon; but I don't know you, although I've seen you at Bowling Green. What do they call you?
gpt
They call me Sergeant Hank Scudder in our company.
human
SURRENDER, OR YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!
gpt
And what company is that?
human
Cap'n Casswell's command--unattached.
gpt
Casswell's guerillas, eh?
human
We ain't guerillas--we belong to the boys in gray.
gpt
Does your captain hold a commission from headquarters?
human
From the fact that you refuse to answer it, I infer that he does not; consequently he is nothing but a guerilla, and worse, and you are--
gpt
Hold on, Major, don't be too hard on a poor fellow who has his living to make.
human
This isn't making a living--it's stealing one. Tell me truthfully, is Gaffy Denny with your company?
gpt
Gaffy Denny is first leftenant, Major.
human
Where are the others?
gpt
Somewhere around the house and barns.
human
How long since you arrived here?
gpt
How many are there here? Answer me truthfully, or, my word for it, I and my friends will hang you to one of yonder trees.
human
Got many friends with yer, Major?
gpt
Enough. Now answer my question,
human
There air twenty-five on us, I reckon.
gpt
Were you the only man left on guard?
human
I dunno.
gpt
Who put you on guard?
human
Leftenant Denny.
gpt
Isn't Captain Casswell in command?
human
No, the cap'n was shot down in a skirmish three days ago--back of Edmonton, and he's laying at the house of a friend ten miles from yere.