human
Now see yere, Jim Westcott, he panted, one hand gripping the stair-rail.
gpt
I've got ter know what's up, afore I throw open this yere hotel to yer free use this-away. As a gineral thing I ain't 'round huntin' trouble--I reckon yer know that--but this yere affair beats me. What was it yer said about Bill Lacy?
human
He's under arrest, charged with cattle-stealing, abduction, conspiracy, and about everything else on the calendar. Brennan's got him, and likewise the evidence to convict.
gpt
Good Lord! Is that so!
human
It is; the whole Mendez gang has been wiped out. Old Mendez has been killed. The rest of the outfit, including Juan Cateras, are prisoners.
gpt
Don't that beat hell! he managed to articulate.
human
Where's the marshal?
gpt
Riding herd at a place they call Sunken Valley, about fifty miles south of here. He and Moore have got ten or twelve Mexicans, and maybe three hundred head of cattle to look after, until I can send somebody out there to help him bring them in. Now that's all you need to know, Timmons; but I've got a question or two I want to ask you. Come on back into the office.
human
He's all right, he assured her quickly, interpreting the question in her eyes.
gpt
Tired from the trip, of course, but a night's rest will do wonders. And now, Timmons, he turned to the bewildered landlord,
human
The New York lawyer? No, he got frightened and left. He skipped out the next day after you fellers got away. Bill wanted him to go along with him, but he said he was too sick. Then he claimed to have a telegram callin' him East, but he never did. I reckon he must 've got cold feet 'bout somethin'--enyhow he's gone.
gpt
And Miss La Rue?
human
Sure; she took the same train, eager now to divulge all he knew.
gpt
But that ain't her real name--it's a kind o' long name, an' begins with C. I saw it in a letter she left up-stairs, but I couldn't make it all out. She's married.