human
He's after freezing them out, said Michael, seeing Scholar glance at the man of moody weight. The noisy group had probably a like opinion of his brooding proximity, drained its glasses, rose and passed to the door. The heavy man walked slowly in the rear. It was composed of some tough-looking units; but Scholar, who had come down from the lumber camps of Michigan, was not intimidated by their scowling faces. One of them jostled Cockney's elbow, and he turned round, lean and humped like a weasel; but the big man, following just a step behind, thrust his big hand between Cockney and the jostler, and admonished:
gpt
Now then, now then. Move on, please!
human
See? said he.
gpt
See? There's nothing on here between the people behind the bar and the people in front, same as in some of them.
human
I see,
gpt
How much are you getting for the trip over?
human
Look here--none of that whispering! said Mike, the heavy, ready-to-smite look, with which he had watched the departure of the dubious throng, still on his face.
gpt
If you fellows have anything to say, say it. Here's a schooner of beer untouched, too!
human
My inside isn't big enough to take another glass of that size,
gpt
Here's looking at you, then!
human
There y'are! said Mike.
gpt
There y'are! That's a gintleman! That's a gintleman! And there was a faint thickness in his speech too, as though his tongue was spongy.
human
I was niver mixed up with such a push in me life--what with whisperin' together and drinking another man's beer.
gpt
How much are you getting for the trip? Tell me, and see if yer getting something mor'n me.
human
Oh, is that what he's after whispering?