human
What's up?
gpt
Stand aside, Dunwoodie,
human
Well, wait a minute, insisted Dunwoodie.
gpt
Calm yourself, man. I want to talk to you. Fectnor's not in the saloon. He went on through and out the back way.
human
Fectnor may appear at any point, behind me!
gpt
No, he's quite gone. I watched him go. He's probably in Mexico by this time--or well on his way, at least.
human
You watched him go?
gpt
When he came into the saloon, like a rock out of a sling, he stopped just long enough to grin, and fling out this--to me--'If you want to see a funny sight, go out front.' Fectnor never did like me, anyway. Then he scuttled back and out. I followed to see what was the matter. He made straight for the bridge road. He was sprinting. He's gone.