human
How'd you get out here so far ahead of _me_?
gpt
Ah, eet ees a miracle, he breathed.
human
The good Virgin, she watch over Miguel. An' _paisano_, the roadrunner--deed I not tell you eet was good luck? An' you, too, was saved! How deed eet happen, that you are save?
gpt
They none of them looked at me, I reckon, replied Roberts.
human
They got everybody but me--an' _you_. How is it that yo're out here, so far ahead of me?
gpt
Jus' before the firs' shootin'--the what you call volley--I stoomble as I try not to step on Thorpe. I go down--the volley, eet come--I roll away--they do not see me--an' here I am, like you, save.
human
Is that so?
gpt
Eet ees jus' so, so much as eet ees that somewan tell we are comin' to Quayle's, answered Miguel.
human
For why they do not see us, in the town, when we come in? For why that volley, lak one shot? Sometheeng there ees that Miguel he don' understan'. An' theese, please: Why ees there no sortie wen we come in? We was on the ver' minute--eet ees so?
gpt
Right on th' dot! snarled Roberts, his thoughts racing along other trails.
human
Huh! he growled.
gpt
Our shares of th' herd money comes to quite a sizable pile--mebby that's it. Take th' shares of _all_ of us, an' it's more'n half. Well, I don't know, an' I ain't carin' a whole lot now. Think we can swing that herd, Miguel, an' split _all_ th' money, even shares?
human
For why not? Theese hor-rses are ver' tired; but the others--they are res' now. We can wait at Bitter Spring tonight, an' go on tomorrow. There ees no hurry now.
gpt
We don't hang out at Bitter Spring all night, contradicted Roberts flatly.
human
We'll water 'em an' breath 'em a spell, an' push right on. Th' further I get away from Mesquite th' better I'm goin' to like it. Come on, let's get goin'.
gpt
There ees no hurry from Bitter Spring, murmured the Mexican.
human
They ees only one who know beyond; an' Manuel, he ees weeth Kane.
gpt
I don't care a d--n! growled his companion, stubbornly.
human
I'm not layin' around Bitter Spring any longer than I has to.