human
You got a hoss out in front.
gpt
What's your price?
human
None.
gpt
No price? Look here, argued Strann,
human
He ain't a gentle hoss, said Barry.
gpt
Maybe you wouldn't like him.
human
Oh, that's all right about being gentle, chuckled Strann. Then he checked his mirth and stared piercingly at the other to make out if there were a secret mockery. It could not, however, be possible. The eyes were as gravely apologetic as ever. He continued:
gpt
I seen the hell-fire in him. That's what stopped me like a bullet. I like 'em that way. Much rather have 'em with a fight. Well, let's have your price. Hey, O'Brien, trot out your red-eye; I'm going to do some business here!
human
Belong around these parts?
gpt
No,
human
No? Where you come from?
gpt
Over there,
human
H-m-m! muttered Strann, and once more he bent a keen gaze upon his companion. The drinks were now placed before them.
gpt
Here, he concluded,