human
Don't guess there's need of charity among friends, Beasley.
gpt
Guess it makes him feel good dopin' out stuff to us same as if we was bums,
human
Shut up! cried a voice from a remote corner. Buck looked over and saw a lean, dark man hugging his knees and smoking a well-burnt briar pipe. The same voice went on:
gpt
Guess you'd sicken most anybody, Beasley. You got a mean mind. Guess the Padre's a hell of a bully feller.
human
He sure is, said Montana Ike, lolling over on to his side and pushing his canvas kit-bag into a more comfortable position.
gpt
You was sayin' there was vittles comin' along, Buck? Guess ther' ain't no 'chawin'' now?
human
Tobacco, sure,