human
Daylight? she exclaimed interrogatively,
gpt
Y' see the folks is eatin' breakfast, he said.
human
Y' see I jest cut it right out, an' come along. I heard Pete--you know Blue Grass Pete--he's a low-down Kentuckian--he said he tho't some un orter git around hyar case you was queer after last night. Sed he guessed he would. Guess I'll git back 'fore they're busy. It'll take 'em all hustlin' to git ahead o' me.
gpt
That's very kind,
human
Oh, it ain't zac'ly kind! he said.
gpt
Y' see they're mostly a low-down lot, an' Pete's the low-downest. He's bad, is Pete, an' ain't no bizness around a leddy. Then Beasley Melford. He's jest a durned skunk anyways. Don't guess Curly Saunders ain't much account neither. He makes you sick to death around a whisky bottle. Abe Allinson, he's sort o' mean, too. Y' see Abe's Slaney Dick's pardner, an' they bin workin' gold so long they ain't got a tho't in their gray heads 'cept gold an' rot-gut rye. Still, they're better'n the Kid. The Kid's soft, so we call him Soapy. Guess you orter know 'em all right away. Y' see it's easy a gal misbelievin' the rights o' folks.