human
I looked around for Boney; and at first I didn't see him. I thought he'd gone down sure, and so he had; but just as I was looking I saw a big black thing heave up through the ice, and I heard a queer cry. Well, that was Providence, sure! It seems the engine had ripped her cab clean off as she tore through the ice, and here was the cab coming up bottom side first, with Boney inside hanging on to a brace and almost dead. I hauled him out, and then we scrambled ashore over the wrecked cars. They were full of flour, and the barrels were all busted open, so by the time we reached the bank we looked like a twin Santa Claus made of paste, and three quarters drowned at that.
gpt
But Boney stuck to his throttle,
human
Yes, said the other,
gpt
Tell about that woman on Eleventh Avenue,
human
Yes, said I,
gpt
Oh, said Big Arthur,
human
Did it end in a romance?
gpt
Romance nothing! exclaimed Big Arthur.
human
That woman got up so mad--why, she called me names and clawed the skin off my face until--well, I couldn't get shaved for three weeks afterward. In about a minute, though, she cooled off, and somebody told her I'd saved her life--which I had--and then, sir, blamed if she didn't go down on her knees and try to kiss my feet, and pray I'd forgive her. Say, that's the only time I ever got prayed to.
gpt
That's so, that's a good story,