human
It's 'bout as plain as th' nose on a man's face that he was after th' skin map, Ham commented, when all had again gathered around the camp-fire to consider the mystery;
gpt
and Ham shook his head.
human
Wal, thar is no use figgerin' on it any longer tew-night. Let's git back intew our blankets; an' maybe we can see things clearer in th' mornin'. It's tew tarnel dark even tew think,
gpt
Reckon Ham is right, Mr. Conroyal declared, as that worthy disappeared in his blanket.
human
But I sure would like to have a look at the man, who can creep into our camp at night, right under the noses of the guards, and tie one of us up in a blanket, and search a tent, and make a clean getaway. I sure would like to have a look at that man.
gpt
I'd want more than a look, and Mr. Dickson clenched both his hands.
human
I'd just like to get hold of him for about five minutes, the scoundrel!
gpt
And you are not the only one, Dick, and an angry light flashed into Mr. Conroyal's eyes.
human
But, what's the use! He's got away; and without leaving a clue, so far as I can see. Let's get into our blankets. Maybe, as Ham says, we can see clearer in the morning. Good night,