human
Our cayuses went loco near th' crick, he said.
gpt
I left Hoppy to take off th' saddles an' let 'em soak themselves, referring to the three animals they had left up on the desert the evening before.
human
I'm all ready to eat, Kid. How's it shapin' up?
gpt
Grab yore holt, grunted Johnny. He stood up to rest his back.
human
Mebby it would be more polite to feed our guests first,
gpt
We'll _have_ to feed 'em, I reckon. I ain't aimin' to untie no hands. Who's first?
human
Don't play no favorites, answered Johnny.
gpt
Go up an' down th' line an' give 'em all a chance. He faced the prisoners.
human
You fellers like yore coffee smokin'? Only two men answered, Roberts and Trask, and they did not like it smoking hot.
gpt
Let it cool a little, Red; no use scaldin' anybody.
human
Smells good, Kid! an' looks good, he said.
gpt
I got all th' saddles on fresh cayuses, waitin'--all but these here. We'll lead our own cayuses. That Pepper-hoss of yourn acts lonesome. She ain't lookin' at th' grass, at all.