human
I've just bought an outfit, over on the other side, said Endicott, when the last vestige of Jennie's pies had disappeared from the plates, and the thick cups had been filled with black coffee.
gpt
And Cinnabar, do you know where I could find a foreman?
human
On the other side! exclaimed the Texan.
gpt
You! Didn't know there was an outfit for sale over there! What is it, Win--sheep, or cattle?
human
Cattle.
gpt
He must be capable, sober, understand the cattle business, and--married.
human
Don't know no one that would quite fill the bill,
gpt
Hey, Win, cut in Tex,
human
I guess that fills the bill, Tex, he said.
gpt
You're hired!
human
But--what outfit did you buy, Win?
gpt
The Y Bar, answered Endicott,
human
The Y Bar! Tex reached over and grasped Endicott's hand.
gpt
Boss--you've got the best outfit in Montana!
human
Not--boss--Tex. What you meant was 'Partner.' You see I forgot to mention that the man who accepted the position would have to accept a half-interest in the outfit--his time and his experience--against my money. A dead silence followed the words--a silence broken a moment later by the sound of Janet, sobbing softly against her father's shoulder--and by the big Scotchman's rumbling words:
gpt
Theer, theer, wee lassie--theer, theer.
human
he said, reverently,
gpt
Very carefully he broke the seal, and withdrew the cork, and poured a little of the precious liquid into each thick glass:
human
We will drink, he said, solemnly,
gpt
They drank, and the old Scotchman divided the remaining wine as before.
human
An' now, Meester Endicott can ye not propose us a toast?
gpt
Here we are--we and our women--a cattleman, and a sheep-man; a minister of the gospel, and a horse-thief; an ex-bartender, a half-breed, and a Harvard man who until a year ago was of the strictest and most hide-hound sect of the New Englanders--and as Cass Grimshaw so aptly phrased it yesterday--'We are all friends together.' Let us drink--to the wonderful free-masonry of the cow-country!