human
Was that your team broke away and run just now? I asks him, polite.
gpt
I tried to stop 'em, says I,
human
Gosh blame them darned mules, says Straw-top, in a voice so good that I nearly apologized;
gpt
And then he looks at me close, and then he takes off his hayseed hat, and says, in a different voice:
human
I'd like to shake hands with Parleyvoo Pickens, the greatest street man in the West, barring only Montague Silver, which you can no more than allow.
gpt
I learned under Silver, I said;
human
I don't begrudge him the lead. But what's your graft, son? I admit that the phantom flight of the non-existing animals at which you remarked 'Whoa!' has puzzled me somewhat. How do you win out on the trick?