human
We-uns is lucky, murmured the mountaineer, on surveying Deck.
gpt
Them is splenderiferous clothes you have got, Major.
human
It is a very good suit, that's a fact, Sergeant.
gpt
Don't call me sergeant, Major. I'm plain Tom Lum, from Dog-face Mountain, down in Alabama. Them stripes was left behind by a man as ain't got no further use fer clothin'. But you're a real major, I take it.
human
Let us change the subject, Tom Lum. What do you propose to do with me?
gpt
Take you back to headquarters, I reckon. You're a spy.
human
If I am a spy then all of the others in this vicinity are spies. But, Tom Lum, if you want to take my advice, you'll let me go, and save your own bacon, went on Deck, earnestly. The mountaineer tossed his shaggy head and combed his flowing beard with his crooked fingers.
gpt
Got a new wrinkle to work off on me, have ye? Wall, it won't work. We-uns know a thing or two. March!
human
Where to?
gpt
Back to--