human
Goin' for a moonlight ride, he repeated in disgust as he drew back from the window.
gpt
Cussed if punchers ain't gettin' more locoed every day. Moonlight ride! Shore--go out an' look at th' scenery. Looks different in th' moonlight--bah! To me a pancake looks like a pancake by kerosene, daylight, wood fire or--or moonlight. I suppose th' moonlight'll get into 'em an' they'll be singin' love-songs an' harmonizin'; but thank th' Lord I don't have to go along! He glanced around at a sudden _thap!_ grinned in the darkness at the double planking on that side wall and sat down again.
human
Shoot! he growled.
gpt
Shoot twice! Shoot an' be d--d! Waste 'em! Reckon th' moonlight's got into you, you cow-stealin', murderin' pup. Filling his pipe he packed and lit it, blew several clouds through nose and mouth and scratched his head again.
human
Goin' for a moonlight ride, huh? Well, mebby you are, Johnny, my lad; but Ed Doane's bettin' there's more'n a ride in it. You didn't go for no moonlight rides before that missin' friend of yourn turned up; an' then, right away, you ride up on one hoss, collect two more an' go gallivantin' off under th' moon. I'm guessin' close. Eddie Doane, I'll bet you a tenspot them three grizzlies are out for to put their ropes on them rewards. An' I hope they collect, cussed if I don't. That Scotch trail-boss is puttin' on too many airs for me--an' he's rilin' Nelson slow but shore. Go get it, Bar-20: I'm bettin' on you.
gpt
Ar-re ye there, Ed?
human
Shore; come in, Murphy.
gpt
Have ye a pipeful? Mine's all gone.
human
Help yourself, answered Doane, tossing the sack.
gpt
There it is, by yore County Cork feet.
human
I have ut, grunted Murphy.
gpt
An' who was th' lad ye was talkin' to from th' windy just now?
human
Nelson. He's goin' ridin' in th' moonlight. Must aim to go far, for he's got three horses.
gpt
Has he, now? Murphy puffed in quiet satisfaction for a moment.
human
He's a good la-ad, Ed. Goin' ridin', is he? Well, ridin' is fine for them as likes it. But I'm wonderin' what he's doin' with th' kerosene I gave him?
gpt
Kerosene? When?
human
Whin he come in with his friend Cassidy--an' a fine bye _that_ man is, too. Shure: a hull canteen av it. Two gallons. He says for me to kape it quiet: as if I'd be tellin'! Quayle would have me scalp if he knowed it--givin' away his ile like that. Now where ye goin' so fast?
gpt
For a walk, under th' moonlight! answered Doane.
human
Yo're goin', too an' we're goin' with our mouths shut. Not a word about th' hosses or th' kerosene. You remember what Cassidy said about goin' agin' Kane's northeast corner? Come on--an' see th' bonfire!
gpt
Shure, an' who's fool enough to have anny bonfires now?
human
Murphy, I said _with our mouths shut_. Come on, up near th' jail!
gpt
Th' jail? he muttered.
human
He's crazy, he is. Th' jail won't make no bonfire. It's mud. But as long as he has th' 'baccy, I'll go wid him. _Whist!_ he exclaimed as another _thap!_ sounded on the wall.
gpt
An' what's that?
human
This room's haunted,
gpt
Lead th' way, thin; or let me, said Murphy in great haste.
human
I'll watch yore mud bonfire.