human
Y' see, missie, he said in a fresh tone of apology,
gpt
Oh, git on!
human
Your hot air's nigh freezin',
gpt
Quit it, cried Ike hotly.
human
Ain't they an ignorant lot o' hogs? he went on, appealing to the smiling girl.
gpt
Y' see, missie, we're right glad you come along. We're prospectin' this layout fer gold an'----
human
An' we ain't had no sort o' luck till you got around,
gpt
In the storm,
human
All mussed-up an' beat to hell,
gpt
Yes, an' Buck carried you to home, an' rode in fer the doc, an' had you fixed right,
human
Say, is youse fellers makin' this big talk or me? ain't yearnin', if any feller's lookin' fer glory.
gpt
You're doin' fine,
human
They ain't no account anyway, missie, he assured her,
gpt
Gee, ain't it beautiful!
human
Cheer up, Kid, he grinned.
gpt
Ain't he comic?
human
Say, missie, it's jest this, you're the Golden Woman who bro't us our luck. Some of us ain't got your name right, nor nuthin'. Anyway that don't figger nuthin'. We ain't had no luck till you come along, so you're jest our Golden Woman, an' we're goin' to hand you----
gpt
No--no!
human
And why for not?
gpt
But my name is Joan, she cried, a terrible dread almost overpowering her.
human
You see 'Golden' isn't my real name, she explained, without pausing to think.
gpt
That's only a nickname my father ga--gave me. I--I was christened 'Joan.'
human
Say, don't it beat the band? he cried in wild delight.
gpt
Don't it? he repeated, appealing to the world at large.
human
Then he looked into Joan's face with admiring eyes.
gpt
Say, missie, that's your name for jest as long as you stop around this layout. That's her name, ain't it, boys? He appealed to the crowd.
human
Here, give it her good an' plenty, boys. Hooray for the 'Golden Woman'!
gpt
That's it, missie, he cried, his wild eyes rolling delightedly.
human
Look right ther'. That's fer you. The Padre found it, an' it's his to give, an' he sent it to you. That's the sort o' luck you bro't us.