human
Sandy, you are to report to th' boss, right away, ordered the sheriff.
gpt
He wants four white men, an' yo're near white. Trask, send in three more white men, one at a time, after Woods comes out. An' let me impress _this_ on yore mind: It is strict orders that you ain't to fire a shot tonight, when somethin' happens that's goin' to happen; you, nor nobody else. Got that good?
human
What do you mean?
gpt
Good G--d! snorted the sheriff.
human
Do I have to do _all_ th' thinkin' for this crowd of dumbheads?
gpt
Yo're a parrot, retorted Trask.
human
I know that by heart. You _don't_ have to. You don't even do yore _own_. You may go!