human
Heard you drummin' down th' ridge--you know that rocky ground rolls 'em out, the newcomer explained.
gpt
Knowed somethin' was wrong th' way you was poundin', an' follered on a gamble till I saw th' lights. Reckon Walt ain't far behind me. I'm tellin' you so you'll signal before you shoot. He's loose out here somewhere.
human
There ain't no cayuse livin' can cover ground like that second feller, growled Holbrook.
gpt
He was plumb south only a few minutes ago, an' _now_ will you look where he is!
human
Mebby they're ghostes, Bob,
gpt
chuckled Holbrook.
human
Ghosts, you means! Th' same as 'posts!' Th' 'es' is silent, like in 'cows.' I never believed in 'em; but I shore don't claim to know it all. There's plenty of things _I_ don't understand--an' this is shore one of 'em. My hair's gettin' stiff!
gpt
Yo're a couple of old wimmin! snorted Bob.
human
There's only one kind of a ghost that'll slow me up--that's th' kind that packs hardware. Seein' as they ain't supposed to tote guns, I'm goin' for that coyote west of here. He don't swap ends so fast. Mebby I can turn him into a _real_ ghost. Look out where you shoot. So-long!
gpt
We'll assay his jumpin' friend,