human
Yes, we, couldn't get a hole through her to hang her axle on. We blunted all our drills. Every Sunday we'd try a new scheme. Finally we laid her flat under a tree and rigged a lightnin' rod down to the centre of her. No use. She tore that lightning all to pieces.
gpt
John Webb, said he
human
Well, said Webb, gazing again at his cigar end,
gpt
he went on with a perfectly solemn air of confidence,
human
Do we get that drink?
gpt
Oh, Lord, yes, you always get a drink.
human
Well, come on and _get_ it then--you, too, of course, Mr. Sherwood.
gpt
I see you got Mex Ryan off, Cal, he observed.
human
You either had extraordinary luck, or you're a mighty fine lawyer. Looked like a clear case to me. He just naturally went in and beat Rucker half to death in his own store. How did you do it?
gpt
I assure yo' it was no sinecure, laughed the tall, dark youth.
human
I earned my fee.
gpt
Yes, grumbled Webb,
human
That would have been a little too much! smiled Bennett.
gpt
It was takin' some risk to let him off as easy as we did. It isn't so long since the Vigilantes.
human
Oh, hell, we can handle that sort of trash now,
gpt
Who was backing Mex, anyway?
human
Better ask who had it in for Rucker,