human
Rough handlin', Cap'n. Yer must excuse haste.
gpt
Ha! in the timber? Safe, then!
human
Two or three wounded--not bad neither. Chane has got a stab in the hip--he gin the feller goss for it. Let me louze the darned thing off o' your neck. It kum mighty near chokin' yer, Cap'n.
gpt
But who cut the rope?
human
I did, with this hyur toothpick. Yer see, Cap'n, it warn't yer time to be hung just yet.
gpt
But where are the guerilleros?
human
Yander they are, keepin' safe out o' range o' this long gun. Just listen to 'em!--what a hillerballoo!
gpt
Take to the trees, men!