human
That's right! he declared.
gpt
That's the kind of 'at the fellers wear up there w'ere the cattle comes from. You hask thirty shillings. You know about cattle any'ow wiv that 'at. They'll bring yer down to a quid. Well, that's all right, ain't it? Good luck.
human
Pay no attintion to thim----
gpt
To _me_?
human
That's all right, that's all right, said Mike soothingly to him.
gpt
You're all right. See, young feller, --to the man with the Stetson hat--
human
Good luck!
gpt
What _I_ get, added Mike,
human
Well, said the young fellow,
gpt
Well, ye can't do better than that, can ye? answered Mike.
human
Askin' it, I mane.
gpt
No, he's not--'e's not goin' over fer nuthin'! Didn't yer 'ear 'im say? I bet yer 'e'll go over fer more'n you.
human
What's the use o' listening? Can't believe anybody. I hear a feller say: 'I wouldn't go over for ten shillings--wouldn't go over for less than two quid.' Believe he goes over just to get across--for nothing.
gpt
No, said the miniature edition of Mike,
human
I don't mean him. _He's_ not a liar anyhow. I can tell that. I mean fellers that talks and talks about what they would do and what they wouldn't do.
gpt
Pay no attintion to thim fellers, said Mike, less talking to the newcomer in particular than generally, to those in the group who had ears to hear. And then to his new friend:
human
You didn't come down in the cars then, young feller?
gpt
I've come from the West,
human
That's good enough, said Mike, in the accents of one instilling hope.
gpt
There's no need to answer what they don't ask. You look as if you came from beyant. Let yer hat spake for ye. Here he comes now.
human
Push, looking at them, head bent, from under his brows, with eyes so calculating and keen that the glance might have been considered malevolent were it not for a faint smile, or suggestion of a smile, about his close-pressed lips. There was a fresh agitation among the
gpt
Push,