human
Close that door! _Pronto!_
gpt
Here; wash it out. You'll only make 'em worse, rubbin',
human
Much obliged. I didn't get all there was flyin', but I got a-plenty.
gpt
Lucky gettin' in out of it when you did.
human
Yes, replied Bill, nervously.
gpt
Yes; plumb lucky. This will raise th' devil with th' scenery.
human
Won't be a trail left,
gpt
Whose place is this?
human
Pecos Kane's, grunted the bartender, greatly pleased about something. His pleasure was increased by the quick look of relief which flashed across the other's face, and he chuckled.
gpt
Yo're all right in here.
human
Yes, said Bill, and motioned toward a bottle. Gulping the drink he paid for it and then leaned over the counter.
gpt
Say, friend, he whispered anxiously,
human
Never even heard of th' gent, smiled the other.
gpt
Here's where you should ought to lose yo're name,