human
Cuss it, Ed, he gently reproved, looking calmly into the bartender's questioning face,
gpt
I usually do, he growled.
human
Thought I had this one, too. Must 'a' got back somehow. Hurt bad?
gpt
Nothin' fatal, I reckon, answered Johnny, drawing the injured member up his trousers leg.
human
But I'm sayin' you owe me another drink; an' leave th' water out, this time. Water in whisky never does bring good luck, nohow.
gpt
We might say _that_ one was on th' house--all that didn't get on you. He instinctively reached for and used the bar cloth as he looked over at the stranger.
human
I can promise you one that ain't cracked,
gpt
I'll take mine straight, said Bill Long.
human
I don't want no more hard luck.
gpt
Wonder where Idaho is? asked Johnny.
human
Well, if he comes in, tell him I'm exercisin' my cayuse. Reckon I'll go down an' chin with Ridley this afternoon. Th' south trail is less sandy than th' north one.
gpt
An' give Corwin a chance to say things about you? asked Ed, significantly.
human
He'll be lookin' for a peg to hang things on.
gpt
Then mebby he won't never look for any more.
human
That may be true; but what's th' use?
gpt
Reckon yo're right, reluctantly admitted Johnny.
human
Guess I'll go up to Kane's an' see what's happenin'. If Idaho comes in, or any more of my numerous friends, he grinned,
gpt
Bad thing, a glass breakin' like that,
human
Serves him right, he grunted,
gpt
Holy maverick!