human
Gentlemen, said Buffle,
gpt
A chain and locket, said the man;
human
Ennybody ken see a chain an' locket in my hand, said Buffle,
gpt
The locket contains the portrait of a lady, and the inscription 'Frances to Allan'--look quick, or I'll shoot!
human
Mister, yer right, said he;
gpt
Buffle, whispered the barkeeper, who knew the great man by sight,
human
I know it, boss, replied Buffle, most brazenly.
gpt
He sez he don't drink.
human
Never saw him _here_ before--there, he's goin' out now,
gpt
Stand back, the hull crowd uv yer, said Buffle;
human
And, laying his hand on Berryn's shoulder, he said,
gpt
What are yer doin' here, when yer know a lady like that?
human
Suffering hell for abusing heaven,'
gpt
Then why don't yer go back?
human
Because I've got no money; all luck has failed me ever since I left home--shipwreck, hunger, poverty--
gpt
Come back a minute, interrupted Buffle.
human
I forgot to come down with the dust for the drinks. Now I tell yer what--I want yer to go back to my camp--I've got plenty uv gold, an' it's no good to me, only fur gamblin' an' drinkin'; yer welcome to enough uv it to git yerself home, an' git on yer feet when yer get thar.
gpt
P'r'aps somebody here ken tell this gentleman my name?
human
Buffle!
gpt
Bully! Now, p'r'aps you same fellers ken tell him ef I'm a man uv my word?
human
You bet,
gpt
An' now, p'r'aps some uv yer'll sell me a good hoss, pervidin' yer don't want him stole mighty sudden?