human
STRUCK A MATCH AND HELD IT FOR HER.
gpt
I reckon the old man waz just spilin' for a fight, and is feelin' disappointed, said a passenger. But those who knew that Bill had the true fighter's scorn for any purely purposeless conflict were more or less concerned and watchful of him. He would drive steadily for four or five minutes with thoughtfully knitted brows, but eyes still keenly observant under his slouched hat, and then, relaxing his strained attitude, would give way to a movement of impatience.
human
You aint uneasy about anything, Bill, are you? asked the Expressman confidentially. Bill lifted his eyes with a slightly contemptuous surprise.
gpt
Not about anything ter _come_. It's what _hez_ happened that I don't exackly sabe. I don't see no signs of Ramon's gang ever havin' been out at all, and ef they were out I don't see why they didn't go for us.
human
The simple fact is that our _ruse_ was successful, said an outside passenger.
gpt
They waited to see our lights on the ridge, and, not seeing them, missed us until we had passed. That's my opinion.
human
You aint puttin' any price on that opinion, air ye?
gpt
No.
human
Come off! Bill, retorted the passenger, slightly nettled by the tittering of his companions.
gpt
Then what did you put out the lights for?
human
Well, returned Bill, grimly,