human
What you say--goes, he said huskily.
gpt
I--I hope what we're doing is right.
human
Right? he cried, his eyes shining with a great happiness.
gpt
Right? You'll save that old woman the worst crime on earth. You're savin' the law from a crime which it's no right to commit. You're handin' little Joan a happiness you can't even guess at in keepin' your liberty--an' me, wal, you're handin' me back my life. Say, I ain't goin' to thank you, Padre. I don't guess I know how. That ain't our way. He laughed happily.
human
Guess the score you got agin me is still mountin' right up. I don't never seem to git it squared. Wal, we'll let it go. Maybe it's almost a pity Bob Richards won't never have the chance of thanking you for--savin' his life, too.