human
I owe you one fer that, Dick Arbuckle! cried Rasco, gratefully.
gpt
Yer came in the nick o' time!
human
I am glad I happened this way, returned Dick, as he drew a long breath.
gpt
Gosh! what a lot of excitement we are passing through out here! More than I experienced in all my life in New York.
human
The West is the place fer stirrin' times, lad. Jack Rasco turned to his prostrate foe.
gpt
Wall, Stillwater, do yer think it war a trick now, tellin' yer ter look behind yer?
human
My head is split in two! he cried.
gpt
Who struck me? What, that boy? I'll remember you, youngster, and some day----
human
I ain't done with yer yet, Stillwater, said Rasco.
gpt
You war goin' ter shoot me. I reckon turn about is fair play, ain't it?
human
Would you--you shoot me--now?
gpt
Why not?
human
I wasn't going to do it, Rasco--I was only--only scaring you.
gpt
Thet's a whopper--made outer the hull cloth, Stillwater. Yer war going ter shoot me--an' I'm a-goin' ter be jess as accommodatin',