human
So you're a doc, hey? Well, sir, when I was a kid I had a colt that stuck its foreleg in a hole and busted it short and when that colt had to be shot they wasn't no holdin' me. No, sir, I could of cleaned up on the whole family. And ever since then I've had a hankerin' to be a doc. Something about the idea of cuttin' into a man that always sort of tickled me. They's only one main thing that holds me back--I don't like the idea of knifin' a feller when he ain't got a chance to fight back! That's me!
gpt
And how's your patient, doc? pursued the irresistible marshal.
human
How's old Joe Cumberland? I remember when me and Joe used to trot about the range together. I was sort of a kid then; but think of old Joe bein' down in bed--sick! Why, I ain't never been sick a day in my life. Sick? I'd laugh myse'f plumb to death if anybody ever wanted me to go to bed. What's the matter with him, anyway?
gpt
His nerves are a bit shaken about, responded the doctor.
human
To which I might add that there is superimposed an arterial condition----
gpt
Cut it short, Doc, cried the marshal goodnaturedly.
human
I ain't got a dictionary handy. Nerves bad, eh? Well, I don't wonder about that. The old man's had enough trouble lately to make anybody nervous. I wouldn't like to go through it myself. No, sir! What with that Dan Barry--I ain't steppin' on any corns, Kate, am I?
gpt
They was a time not so long ago when folks said that you was kind of sweet on Dan. Glad to hear they ain't nothin' in it. 'S a matter of fact----
human
I think that was the supper gong. Yes, there it is. We'll go in now, if you wish.
gpt
They's only one sound in the world that's better to me than a dinner gong, said the profuse marshal, as they seated themselves around the big dining table,