human
Now fellers, said Wiles,
gpt
Sure nuff, broke in Turner, the monster dwarf,
human
We must not kill him, said the more cautious leader,
gpt
We owe him a good one fer capturin' Long Tom and makin' him pious and an enemy of our bizness, said Bert Danks, captain of the Honey Crick band,
human
Whar is de best place to s'prise him?
gpt
I'll tell yer, spoke Zibe Turner, and his monkeyish face lit up with a smile almost diabolical and his piercing black eyes shot a keen and excited look into the group,
human
I hearn that he has an appintment next Chewsday night at de top of Bald Knob, and to go there from his home he will have to take de Pigeon Crick road, cross de crick at Farley's and then branch off inter de big woods before he climbs de knob. Now de level place jest by de foot of de knob is a lonely spot, away from de big road, de trees air mighty high and large, and few people pass that way. I say let's strip and dress him thar.
gpt
Agreed!
human
Bert, spoke Wiles,
gpt
All you fellers keep mum on this subject, for we don't want to miss de fun ner be cotched in it.
human
Femy