human
Say, you gray-headed old beer-slinger, she cried,
gpt
Quit it, Mamie, protested one of the other girls.
human
If you want another racket I don't. You're always raisin' hell.
gpt
Quit yourself, shrieked Mamie in sudden anger.
human
I ain't scared of a racket. She turned to Beasley, who was pouring out a round of drinks for Abe Allinson, now so drunk that he had to support himself against the counter.
gpt
Say, you don't need to be scared, that feller's out o' the way now, she jeered.
human
Wot say? Guess it would be a 'scream.'
gpt
Sure it would, he agreed promptly, his face beaming. Then he added cunningly:
human
But it's you folks are plumb scared.
gpt
Who the h---- scared of a gal like that? Mamie yelled at him, her eyes blazing.
human
I ain't. Are you, Lulu? You, Kit?
gpt
Scared? she cried.
human
Come right on. I'm game. Beasley's keen to give her a twistin'--well, guess it's always up to us to oblige.