human
That damned Neely, he groaned, almost too weary even to swallow his food, in spite of the luxury of a real, pullman-style supper table.
gpt
He doesn't lose sleep. He can pick his time to come here and raise hob!
human
Tonight I think he might have to stay home--too,
gpt
All right, she answered, rather defensively.
human
So to speak, Johnny, I called the cops. Yesterday--with the small radio transmitter. When you and Bubs and Evelyn were up in those old buildings. I reported Neely and his companions.
gpt
Reported them?
human
Sure. To Mr. Mahoney, the boss at the mining camp. I was glad to find out that there is a little law and order around here. Mr. Mahoney was nice. He said that he wouldn't be surprised if they were cooled in the can for a few days, and then confined to the camp area. Matter of fact, I radioed him again last night. It's been done.