human
What's the matter with you?
gpt
Are you afraid of this man?
human
What you doing to that kid? demanded Hebe, sitting up.
gpt
What's the matter? Why! that's the softy I saw----
human
He's a bad man. He said he'd kill me if I told!
gpt
Where was that? asked Billson, with his hand on the boy's arm.
human
Tell us all about it. He sha'n't touch you, Rufie.
gpt
Aw! I wouldn't have really hurt the gooney,
human
He was in the place where Uncle Bill watches. I hate that old gymniasium! I wish it would burn down, so I do.
gpt
And when you were in there that night this fellow was there?
human
Yes. And he broke things. And Uncle was worried afterward. But I never told, Rufe urged, looking fearfully at Hebe.
gpt
I said I wouldn't----
human
Aw, drop it! You've told on me now, haven't you? demanded the fellow from the Four Corners.
gpt
Well, it don't much matter, I reckon. I wanted to queer that Jackway so he'd lose his job. Henry Grimes told me that if he was discharged he'd speak a good word for me and I'd get it. That's what I was after.
human
Yah! said Billson, with scorn.
gpt
You certainly are one mean scoundrel, Pocock. And lettin' folks think mebbe Miss Hester was mixed up in it. Nice feller, you are!
human
Well! I don't see where it's any of _your_ funeral, growled Pocock.
gpt
You make me tired!