human
Well, of all the dam-fool things I ever see sence God made me, this takes the cake! he cried in disgust.
gpt
Why didn't ye shoot him?
human
Because he ran to me for help--how could I shoot him?
gpt
Well, of all the deer huntin', this beats me!
human
You can take the gun and go on. Boney and me'll go back home----
gpt
You ain't goin' ter carry that thing clean home, are you?
human
Yes, I am, was the quiet answer.
gpt
And I'll kill any dog that tries to hurt him.