human
What I want to know is, said Breem, as he glanced sharply round the long room of the camp,
gpt
By George! said Skid Thomson,
human
Skipped! said Bill Bates, sententiously, after a quick search had been made.
gpt
It's all plain enough now. I never liked the close-fisted critter.
human
Nor I, either! growled Skid.
gpt
Never chipped in with the boys, but was laying low just the same.
human
You won't catch him, either, said Bates.
gpt
They're sharp--that kind. The critter knew 'twould snow and hide his tracks.
human
And I'd just sewed up his blamed foot!
gpt
Maybe we'll catch him. Up to Fat Pine two years ago, began Breem, reminiscently,
human
Big Donovan had a horse stole. They caught the fellow.
gpt
Yes, I remember, said Skid Thomson.
human
I was there. We caught him up north.
gpt
Wuth a hundred and fifty dollars, the roan was,
human
for once receiving scant attention. Late in the afternoon
gpt
Trapper John,
human
Didn't see anybody with a horse last night or this morning, eh, John?
gpt
Um, yes, responded the old trapper, quickly.
human
Saw um horse las' night--man ride--big foot--so.
gpt
What colour was the horse, John?
human
Huh! Can't see good after dark, but think um roan.