human
He'll be back in a day or two--left all his things.
gpt
The detec--
human
Ther's a feller gone for him that's sure to fetch him back.
gpt
Who--who is it?
human
Well, ma'am, said the colonel,
gpt
Whether to do it or not, is what bothers me, soliloquized Mr. Weasel, pacing meditatively in front of the saloon.
human
The old man offers me two thousand to get Tarpaulin away from them fellers, and let him know where to meet him an' his daughter. Two thousand's a pretty penny, an' the bein' picked out by so smart a lookin' man is an honor big enough to set off agin' a few hundred dollars more. But, on t'other hand, if they catch him, they'll come back here, an' who knows but what they'll want the old man an' girl as bad as they wanted Tarpaulin? A bird in the hand's worth two in the bush--better keep near the ones I got, I reckon. Here they come now!