human
Guess the Padre got the rest of his farm money yesterday--when the woman came along, he said.
gpt
An' the vittles he ordered are on the trail. I'd say you don't need to light out--yet.
human
Still on the charity racket?
gpt
You don't need to touch the vittles, he cried.
human
You haven't any woman, and no kiddies. Guess there's nothing to keep you from getting right out.
gpt
Here, boys, the Padre says the food and canned truck'll be along to-morrow morning. And you can divide it between you accordin' to your needs. If you want to get out it'll help you on the road. And he'll hand each man a fifty-dollar bill, which'll make things easier. If you want to stop around, and give the hill another chance, why the fifty each will make a grub stake.