human
Guess I'll walk around again, said one of them, arising slowly.
gpt
Gettin' cramped, an' sleepy, settin' here.
human
You spit in that window again an' I'll bust yore neck!
gpt
You ain't bustin' nobody, or nothin', jeered the guard,
human
He yawned and stretched and sauntered along the side of the building, turned the corner and then raised his hands with a jerk as a Colt pushed into his stomach and a hard voice whispered terse instructions, which he instantly obeyed.
gpt
You fellers ain't so bad, at that, he said, with only a slight change in his voice;
human
Keep yore sympathy to yoreself!