human
Hello! he said, slamming the door after him, and walking up to the stove.
gpt
I thought I saw your Brown Betty kiting over toward the north, Tate. I was afraid something had happened.
human
No; Brown Betty's safe in the barn. Tate's gloom passed as he greeted Jock.
gpt
The Reverend's got a new horse. What'll you have, Filmer?
human
Plain soda,
gpt
Plain--thunder!
human
Plain soda, and no monkeying with it.
gpt
Been away?
human
Over to Hillcrest--on business. Jock was gulping down the soda. His throat was dry and burning; and the unaccustomed beverage went against all his desire.
gpt
I'm off--to-morrow--for a spell. Won't you join me in a drink, boys?
human
Where are you bound to, Filmer?
gpt
Got a job?
human
What'll you have now, Filmer? he asked,
gpt
No, he muttered;
human
Bossing--maybe?
gpt
That's about the size of it, he answered.
human
Bossing, and it's going to be a go, or you'll never see me again. Here's to you!
gpt
Anything happened up to Camp 7?
human
Lord! It's further back than 7. Filmer set his glass down.
gpt
It's a new cut--started late, but it's worth trying. So long!
human
Things are going to--