human
Come over here, Perk, Jack was saying, as he stood in front of the picture of a man,
gpt
Hot-diggetty-dig! hard to b'lieve my eyes, for a fact, partner--course I seen that phiz afore neow, an' same stirs up some mighty warm session we passed through a while back.
human
Then you say it's a portrait of Slim Garrabrant?
gpt
None other, buddy--the slickest flim-flam artist that ever fooled the banks of every state west o' the Mississip--fair good job that crayon artist made o' his work--mebbe copied from a reg'lar photo. Ain't this this the limit though--to think o' runnin' acrost _his_ mug out here clost to San Diego. Huh! I allers heard the world seemed mighty small sometimes, an neow I b'lieves it.
human
Softly, Perk. That old lady must be some close connection of Slim's, I'd say; it may be his own mother--yes, the fact of finding his picture hanging on this wall in an honored place makes that plain; she evidently doesn't know what a rogue her boy is--they must have kept things from reaching her ears after we gobbled him up, and he was sent to Leavenworth--or was it Atlanta?
gpt
Yeou got me there, 'cause I never did know, observed Perk, taking yet another look at the face within the gold frame.
human
Aint sech a tough looker as we know he is, eh, ole pal?
gpt
Yes, that's a fact; but then this was evidently taken years ago, most likely, before he became so hardened. I wonder--
human
What neow, Jack?
gpt
That handsome little boy must be some relative of Slim's, said Jack, on a hazard;
human
Aint it won-der-ful? the other was saying, half to himself apparently;
gpt
If that turns out to be a fact, he went on to comment,
human
I imagine Garrabarnt behind the bars would give considerable for a glimpse of that kid's sweet face.
gpt
I wouldn't blame him any at that, Jack. How 'bout the kid--dye kinder guess he'll have a bad time with that leg?
human
The doctor will be able to say after he's had a lookover, came the confident answer.
gpt
My opinion is it'll prove to be a simple sprain, and if such is the case the child will only have to keep quiet for a spell. There's a car stopping at the gate, and the man getting out has the look of a professional--yes, he's carrying a little satchel in the bargain, so it must be the doctor she sent after.
human
What's happened here?