human
Dass mighty good for you I was yondah to stop dat boy. He would 'a' half-kill' you.
gpt
He'd have served me ex-actly right,
human
Dass not safe--make a 'Cajun mad. He dawn't git mad easy, but when he _git_ mad it bre'k out all ove' him, yass. He goin' feel bad all day now; I see tear' in his eye when he walk off.
gpt
I'm sorry, said Tarbox sincerely, and presently added,
human
Now, while you look up a picked gang of timber-men, I'll see if I can charter a little stern-wheel steamer, get that written permission from Madame Beausoleil to cut trees on her land, and so forth, and so forth. You'll hardly see me before bedtime again.