human
By heaven! it is Lincoln's voice!
gpt
Yer cussed whelp! ye'd see the cap'n hung, would yer?--a man that's good vally for the full of a pararer of green-gutted greasers; but I ain't a-gwine to let _you_ look at his hangin'. If yer don't show me which of these hyur pigeon-holes is his'n, an' help me to get him outer it, I'll skin yer like a mink!
human
I tell you, Mister Lincoln, replied a voice which I recognised as the one whose owner had just left me,
gpt
I have this minute given the captain the means of escape, through that loophole.
human
Whar!
gpt
This one,
human
Wal, that's easy to circumstantiate. Kum along hyur! I ain't a-gwine to let yer go till it's all fixed. De ye hear?
gpt
Cap'n!
human
Hush, Bob! it's all right,
gpt
Good! ejaculated he.
human
Yer kin go now, he added to the other, whose attention I endeavoured to attract, but dared not call to loud enough, lest the guards should hear me.
gpt
Dash my buttons! I don't want yer to go--yer a good 'un arter all. Why can't yer kum along? The cap'n 'll make it all straight agin about the desartion.
human
Mr Lincoln, I cannot go with you. Please suffer me to depart!
gpt
Wal! yer own likes! but if I can do yer a good turn, you can depend on Bob Linkin--mind that.
human
Thank you! thank you!