human
Kape ut off him! roared Quayle, his eyes blazing.
gpt
What more d'ye want to see?
human
From behind?
gpt
An' where'd ye be thinkin' 'twas from? snarled Quayle, the veins standing out anew.
human
No dirty pup of that pack would dare try ut from th' front, an' ye know ut! An' need ye look twice to see where th' slug av a buffalo-gun came out? Don't touch him, anny av ye! Kape yore paws off Tom Ridley! An' _I_'m buryin' him, mesilf.
gpt
But, as sheriff--
human
Aye, _but_! snapped Quayle.
gpt
We'll be after callin' things be their right names. Ye are no sheriff. Ye was choosed by th' majority av votes cast by th' citizens av an unorganized county, like byes choose a captain av their gangs. There's no laws to back ye up, an' ye took no oath. As long as th' majority will it, yore th' keeper av th' peace--an' no longer. Sheriff? he sneered.
human
An' 'tis a fine sheriff ye'll be makin', runnin' in circles like a locoed cow since th' robbery, questionin' every innocent man in town, an' hopin' 'twould blow over, an' die a natural death. But it's got th' breath av life in it now! What do ye think old Twitchell will be sayin' to _this_? he thundered, his rigid arm pointing to the body on the floor.
gpt
Clear out, th' pack av ye! Ye've seen all ye need to!
human
We'll hold th' inquest here,
gpt
Ye'll hold no inquest! roared Quayle.
human
Show me yore coroner! Inquest, is ut? I've held yore inquest already. There's plenty av us here an' we say, so help us God, Tom Ridley was murdered, an' by persons unknown. There's yer inquest, an' yer findin's. What do ye say, byes? he demanded. A low growl replied to him and he sneered again.
gpt
There! There's yer inquest! As long as yer playin' sheriff, go out an' do yer duty; but look out ye don't put yer han's on a friend! Clear out, an' run yer bluff!