human
It's ketch 'em before night, said Hardy as we bent low under beech boughs,
gpt
Got to be at his desk early in the morning. But I'm with you till you run 'em down.
human
My Prince is sick!
gpt
You'll have to get another mount,
human
Another hell! I wouldn't leave this horse sick in strange hands for a thousand dollars! Suddenly he struck an imploring key:
gpt
Look here! I'll give you fifty dollars cash to stay with me till I get him out o' this!
human
Five hundred, I called, trotting after Hardy,
gpt
Take him, Dandy! and
human
Hi, Charmer, hi!
gpt
Is yo' nag gwine to hold out?
human
He's got to or perish,
gpt
We've started 'em, all four, on the run, he called,