human
Why, yes, the shorter guard now remarked,
gpt
See that red scar on the back of my hand? he asked.
human
Well, I got that up there fighting the fire on the mountain that was trying to wipe out the home of Mrs. Heffner, a widow.
gpt
Good for you, Billy! exclaimed the taller guard, for by now they had come to know the scouts by their several names, feeling quite at home in the temporary camp.
human
I'd like to wager that there must have been some tall doings when _you_ got busy with the water pails. I've been on the same line myself, and know what it means to fight a forest fire with the wind a-blowin' it right along, spite of all you can do to stop it.
gpt
About this crazy man you were speaking about, observed Alec, as though a sudden suspicion might have struck him,
human
Oh! what if it should turn out that way?