human
That boy alwus _was_ the saint of the family--look out for long shot, boys!--and if there's any money in this job, he's to have a fair share of--that _is_ sheriff's horse, sure as shootin'--he shall have half of what _I_ make out of it. How'll we take 'em, boys?--Bill right, Sam left, and me the rear? If I should get plugged, an' there's any money for the crowd, I'll count on you two to see that brother Jim gets my share--he's got more the mother in him than all four of us other brothers, and--why don't they shoot, do you s'pose?
gpt
P'r'aps ther ain't nobody but the driver, an' he's got his hands full, makin' them hosses travel along that lively, suggested Bill Braymer.
human
Or mebbe he hain't got time to load. Like enough he's captured the sheriff, an' is a-takin him off. We've got to be keerful how _we_ shoot.
gpt
Halt, or we'll fire!
human
exclaimed Braymer.