human
There's been no cause whatever for this flare-up, said Matt.
gpt
Everybody knows that Carl can't sing, but everybody who's acquainted with him, too, knows that he's got more pluck to the square inch than any fellow of his size. Carl's all right, Ping. He went around South America with Dick Ferral and me on that submarine, and we parted company in San Francisco just before I met up with Joe. Shake hands,
human
My workee fo' Motol Matt, whispered Ping, who had likewise been given a push by the cowboy;
gpt
Dutchy boy no workee, huh?
human
You're both pards of mine, said Matt,
gpt
Now, went on Matt,
human
the young motorist added.
gpt
I want you to like Carl as well as I do.
human
That's me, pard, laughed McGlory, taking a seat on one of the buckets.
gpt
There's plenty of ginger in the Dutchman, and that's what cuts the ice with me.