human
Hot-diggetty-dig! he muttered, just loud enough for Jack to hear him,
gpt
You seem to know some one, Perk, from what you're saying?
human
Yeah! a galoot called Nat Tucker, once a fair sorter pilot; but kinder crooked, some folks used to say behind his back. That's him, the stouter lad with a limp--got that onct when he had to step off a mile high, an' his chute didn't work as nice as it orter, lettin' him crash when he landed in a hay field--would a been killed if it'd been rocks, like these here. Found his level okay when he struck this rotten crowd. Had a sorter nice halfbreed squaw fur a wife, too, pretty as a picture; but I heard she kicked Nat aouten the house, so he's cleared up fur keeps. Well, he's kinder classy as a pilot, an' said to be a reg'lar dare-devil in his way. The boys'll sure be some s'prised to hear what's happened to ole Nat.