human
Here's where the 'coon came along, just as he'd likely done on many another night when he felt fish hungry. And about here, Phil, he began to get a whiff of that green corn you fetched with you to use as bait.
gpt
How do you make that out?
human
Why, the marks have a different look, Ethan explained.
gpt
He stopped right here to sniff, and then went forward on the run, all caution thrown to the winds.
human
That took him up to the bait?
gpt
Yes, and you bet he didn't waste a single second laying hold of the same,
human
Like as not it's been a long time since this particular 'coon had a chance at an ear of juicy green corn, observed Phil.
gpt
Perhaps he never even saw one before, but his instinct told him what a good thing was when he ran across it.
human
As he began to pull at the cob, meaning to carry it off to his den, there came that dazzling white flash,
gpt
It petrified the 'coon for the instant, explained Phil,
human
It frightened Mr. 'Coon away, of course,
gpt
But he may sneak back here again before morning, laughed Phil.
human
You can see where his teeth cut into the green corn, and the memory of that one taste will make him ready to take chances again.
gpt
You mean that the poor old chap isn't going to be cheated out of his fine treat, eh, Phil?
human
He deserves something, was the reply,