human
Say, Timmons, he burst forth noisily, and striding over to the desk,
gpt
Yep, he said shortly,
human
Stella Donovan--huh! That's no name ever I heard; what's she look like?
gpt
Like a lady, I reckon; I ain't seen one fer quite a spell now.
human
Dark or light?
gpt
Waal, sorter medium, I should say; brown hair with a bit o' red in it, an' a pair o' grey eyes full of fun--some girl, to my notion.
human
Well, what the devil do you suppose such a woman has come to this hole clear from New York for, Timmons? What's her game, anyhow?
gpt
Blessed if I know, and the proprietor seated himself on a high stool.
human
I didn't ask no questions like that; maybe the gent by the stove there might give yer all the information yer want. He brought her up from the dapoo, an' kin talk English. Say, Jim, this yere is a short horn frum New York, named Beaton, an' he seems ter be powerfully interested in skirts--Beaton, Mr. Jim Westcott.