human
Jem Pound, said Sundown, in tones of capitulation,
gpt
Do you mean it?
human
Every word of it.
gpt
Fifty pounds--to-morrow night?
human
Every penny of it. Oh, there's no use in disguising it; you've got the better of me, Jem, and I must stump up.
gpt
You gave us the slip before, he said;
human
Watch me--watch me,
gpt
Ay, we must and we will!
human
You need not remind me of--of her!
gpt
Ah, poor thing, poor thing!
human
Why, has anything happened?
gpt
Poor soul!
human
Speak, man, for God's sake! Is she--is she--
gpt
No, Ned Ryan, she isn't dead, if that's what you want. I am sorry for you. Now that you're going to behave handsome, I should have liked to bring you good news. Yet, though she hangs on still, she's going down the hill pretty quick--her own way. But she's waiting for us three fields off; we'd better go to her before she comes to us. Come this way.