human
Look at old Whiskers comin',
gpt
Whiskers! Why man, that's yer new dad! That's old Colin McWhorter--an' if you don't make a hit with him, believe me--he'll cut your head off!
human
Ha' ye seen my daughter? Before Cinnabar could answer the girl herself rushed from the door and threw herself into the big man's arms:
gpt
Theer, theer, wee lass, ha' they hurt ye? Ye're face is red like the fire-weed! I'll----
human
No! No! Dad! I'm--so happy! I'm--I'm going to be married tomorrow! I want you to meet my--Mr. Benton--Tex! And, oh Dad--you'll just love him! I knew it was all a mistake--about that horrid hand-bill--here are Mr. and Mrs. Endicott--they know him well--and Cinnabar and his wife have known him for years.
gpt
Was it for thot I looked after her a' her life--educated her--thot she sh'ud marry a common cowpuncher!
human
Look here, old timer. I'm a common cowpuncher, just as you say--but, at that, I don't take off my hat to any sheep-man! You an' I are goin' to be big friends, once we get strung out. I like you already. I've got you sized up for one of the biggest hearted old specimens on the range. But, at that, you like to get your growl in--an' get it in first. Well--you've growled--an' you haven't fooled no one--nor scairt no one. If you want a little further dope on me here goes. I'm from Texas--come from good enough folks down there so they haven't been able to beat the Old Man for Congress in twenty years. I've be'n somethin' of a black sheep--but the black's wearin' off in spots. I've got as good an education, I reckon, as anyone here--an' a damn sight better one than I need in my business. I walk on my hind legs an' eat with a fork. I've got a job--eighty bucks a month, an' found--foreman of the Y Bar outfit, over across the river. Some day I expect to own an outfit of my own! He ceased suddenly, and reaching out, drew the girl from her father's arms and held her to his side,
gpt
An' last of all--an' as far as I can see, the only thing that really matters--I love this little girl----
human
Losh! Lad! cried the old Scot, his eyes a-twinkle.
gpt
Ye fair talk me off my feet! 'Tis na wonder she took ye--ye ne'er gi' her a chance to say no!
human
Supper's ready!