human
Who you firin' at? he shouted.
gpt
That's my niece, Jinny Long, an' you let that boat alone. This ain't the land o' lynch law. Dingley ain't escaped from gaol. You got no right to fire at him.
human
No one ever went down Dog Nose Rapids at night, said the Man from Clancey's, whose shot had got Dingley's arm.
gpt
There ain't a chance of them doing it. No one's ever done it.