human
Mike Delaney! he cried, kicking on the wagon wheel with the toe of his boot;
gpt
Mike Delaney, have you seen my father anywhere?
human
Sure, an' Moike Delaney is not here, Dick Arbuckle, came in a female voice.
gpt
He's gone off wid Pawnee Brown, and there's no tellin' whin he'll be back. Is yer father gone?
human
Yes, and I don't know where, and now Dick stepped closer, as the round and freckled face of Rosy Delaney peered forth from a hole in the canvas end.
gpt
He went to bed when I did, and now he's missing.
human
Saints preserve us! Mebbe the Injuns scalped him now, Dick!
gpt
There are no Indians around here, Mrs. Delaney, answered the youth, half inclined to laugh.
human
But he's missing, and it's mighty strange, to say the least.
gpt
He was sick, too, wasn't he?
human
Father hasn't been real well for a year. He left New York very largely in the hope that this climate would do him some good.
gpt
Moike was sayin' his head throubles him a good bit.
human
So it does, and that's why I am so worried. When he gets those awful pains he is apt to walk away and keep right on without knowing where he is going.
gpt
Poor mon! Oi wisht Oi could help yez. Mebbe Moike will be back soon. Ain't Jack Rasco about?
human
No, he is off with Pawnee Brown, too. Rasco and Brown have been looking over the trails leading to Oklahoma. They are bound to outwit the United States cavalry, for the boomers have more right to that land than the cattle kings, and right is always might in the end.
gpt
Especially wid Pawnee on the end o' it, Dick. He's a great mon, is Pawnee, only it do be afther givin' me the shivers to hear him spake the Pawnee language loike he was a rale Injun. Such a foine scout as he is has no roight to spake such a dirthy tongue. How illegant it would be now if he could spake rale Oirish.
human
His knowledge of the Indian tongue has helped both him and our government a good deal, Mrs. Delaney. But I mustn't stop here talking. If my father----