human
Gals, said Buck sternly,
gpt
Do you get me, Beasley? he went on coldly.
human
You're a dead man if those gals go. An' if you send them to the farm after this--ever--I'll shoot you on sight. Wal?
gpt
You can put up your gun, Buck, he said, with an assumption of geniality that deceived no one, and Buck least of all.
human
Quit your racket, gals, he went on. Then he added with the sarcasm he generally fell back on in such emergencies:
gpt
Guess this gentleman feels the same as Curly--only he ain't as--hasty.