human
Now it's an odd thing about his coat, volunteered the stranger later in that same day.
gpt
He always keeps it on--that ragged old uniform. Was it a uniform, do you believe? Can't the Governor of the new Territory wear a coat that shows his own quality? This one's a dozen years old, you might say.
human
He always wears it on the trail, said Peria.
gpt
At home he watches it as if it held some treasure.
human
Treasure? The shifty eyes of the new man flashed in sudden interest.
gpt
What treasure? Papers, perhaps--bills--documents--money? His pocket bulges at the side. Something there--yes, eh?
human
Hush! said Peria.
gpt
You do not know that man, the Governor. He has the eye of a hawk, the ear of a fox--you can keep nothing from him. He fears nothing in the world, and in his moods--you'd best leave him alone. Don't let him suspect, or----