human
All right, boys, he said.
gpt
Thorpe, you can quit climbin', seein' that you ain't gettin' nowhere. Come over here an' gimme that gun. I'm still imitatin'. This ain't been no lucky day for you, an' just to show you that you can make it onluckier, he said as he took the Colt,
human
I'm goin' to impress somethin' on yore mind. He threw the barrel up and carelessly emptied the weapon into the checkerboard partition with a rapidity which left nothing to be desired. The distance was nearly sixty feet.
gpt
Reckon you can cover 'em all with th' palm of one hand,