human
Want to see me, eh? Go ahead an' look.
gpt
I'm looking for Jim Snedeker.
human
Who you think I am? Pres'dent of the Unitey States?
gpt
You an Oregon emmy-grant?
human
That's right.
gpt
Where's your booie knives?
human
What?
gpt
Your booie knives, man! Last emmy-grant I saw off the Trail had six of 'em an' a revolver stuck in his belt. Where's yours?
human
I haven't any.
gpt
You're a heck of a emmy-grant. Snedeker addressed the youth,
human
Ain't he a heck of a emmy-grant, Ellis?
gpt
Don't you go doin' that behint my back! Wuthless pup! I see you do it! He turned to Joe.
human
This Ellis Garner, he sets around here all the time 'stead of movin' his rear a mite! Kids nowadays ain't wuth the powder to blow 'em up! Ain't that so, Ellis?
gpt
Jim, this man--
human
Shut up! Snedeker whirled on Joe.
gpt
What do you want of me?
human
Did you know a man named Seeley?
gpt
Yeh. I knew him. Shif'less old coot. What about him?
human
He said you'd give me a job.
gpt
I might. Snedeker stroked his stubble.
human
I might at that. You drink?
gpt
No.
human
Why the blazes don't you? Ever'body else does.
gpt
None of your blasted business!
human
Why you--! Snedeker sputtered like a boiling tea kettle.
gpt
Ain't no man talks thataway to me! He strode to the rifle rack, seized a rifle, and aimed it at Joe.
human
Take that back!
gpt
Put that popgun down before I take it away from you and spank you with it! Joe roared.
human
You crazy old goat! I wouldn't work for you if you were the last man on this Trail!
gpt
You got just fifteen seconds,
human
Why you--!