human
Who--who hit me? spluttered the rascal, as, half dazed, he staggered to his feet.
gpt
If I--Pawnee Brown!
human
Dike Powell! ejaculated the scout, as he saw the fellow full in the face for the first time.
gpt
Where have you been these long years?
human
Oh, Pawnee, how glad I am that you came in, panted Mortimer Arbuckle, sinking down upon an old feed box.
gpt
The villain was--was----
human
I saw it all, Arbuckle; rest yourself. I will take care of this forger.
gpt
Forger! came simultaneously from Mortimer Arbuckle and from his assailant, but in different tones of voice.
human
Do you then know Dike Powell?
gpt
Yes, I know him as Powell Dike, a forger, who fled from Peoria a dozen years ago. And what do you know of him?
human
I know him as a Wall street sneak--a man who was forever hanging around, trying to get information out of which he might make a few dollars. I have accused him of following me to the West. I am inclined to think he robbed me----
gpt
I did not,
human
I believe you, replied Pawnee Brown. He had spoken to Dick and Rasco of this man.
gpt
But you know who did rob Mortimer Arbuckle,
human
I--I--do not,
gpt
You lie, Dike. Now tell the truth.
human
Don't--don't shoot me! he whined.
gpt
I'll tell all--everything. I am not dead positive, but--but I guess Louis Vorlange robbed Arbuckle.