human
So, muttered Jounce, as he touched a spring with his foot that sent the weight back to its place in the ceiling,
gpt
I reckon you won't trouble us gents agin.
human
Thought you was sharp enough to fool me, chuckled the villain.
gpt
I reckin you'll l'arn ef you ever git yer mind agin, that two kin play at ther game o' twist.
human
So you've thumped him? muttered the saloon proprietor.
gpt
How much did you find?
human
Notting.
gpt
See here, chum, that's too gauzy.
human
Didn't ther boss pay yer a good hundred fer this room?
gpt
He hasn't paid it yet. I'm not going to permit any snap games. This fellow doesn't go out of here till you pay the full price.
human
That's ther snap! returned Jounce.
gpt
You jest hang onter ther cuss, will yer? He ain't no good to me,
human
But I can make you trouble.
gpt
Kin yer?
human
Yes, I can.
gpt
All right; heave ahead.
human
Never mind, he said, finally.
gpt
It's all right. You wish to dispose of this fellow effectually?
human
In course.
gpt
I've never permitted bloodshed in my house, proceeded Billy Bowlegs,
human
That suits me.