human
You be no--fool! panted the Waggoner, mopping his face with the end of his neckerchief.
gpt
Leastways--not wi' your fists.
human
Why, you are pretty good yourself, if it comes to that,
gpt
Well? enquired Bellew, when he had recovered his breath somewhat,
human
Ah! nodded the Waggoner,
gpt
Then suppose we--er--continue our journey?
human
Ah! nodded the Waggoner again, beginning to roll down his sleeves,
gpt
Friend, said he, as the waggon creaked upon its way,
human
Do you smoke?
gpt
Ah!
human
Then here are three cigars which you didn't manage to smash just now.
gpt
Cigars! why it ain't often as I gets so far as a cigar, unless it be Squire, or Parson,--cigars, eh!