human
I got mad with the Kid--Soapy, he said.
gpt
Guess I shot him up. He ain't dead an' ain't goin' to die, but Beasley, curse him, set 'em on to lynch me. They're all mad drunk--guess I was, too, 'fore I started to run--an' they come hot foot after me. I jest got legs of 'em an' come along here. It's--it's a mighty long ways.
human
The Kid isn't dead? He isn't going to die?
gpt
No. It's jest a flesh wound on the outside of his thigh.
human
What was the trouble?
gpt
Why, the durned young skunk wus jest tryin' to set them--them women payin' a 'party' call on the gal at the farm, an' they wus drunk enough to do it. It made me mad--an'--an', wal, we got busy with our tongues, an' I shot him up fair an' squar'.
human
And how about Beasley?
gpt
Why, it was him set the Kid to git the women on the racket. When he see how I'd stopped it he got madder than hell, an' went right out fer lynchin' me. The boys wus drunk enough to listen to his lousy talk.
human
Was he drunk?
gpt
Not on your life. Beasley's too sweet on the dollars. But I guess he's got his knife into that Golden Woman of ours.
human
Come right in, Curly, he said kindly. Then he laid his rifle on the table and pointed at it.
gpt
The magazine's loaded plumb up. Guess no man has a right to give up his life without a kick. That'll help you if they come along--which they won't. Maybe Buck'll be along directly. Don't shoot him down. Anyway he's got Cæsar with him--so you'll know. I'm going down to the camp.