human
What we need is food and shelter for the poor little wretches. Oh, Johnny, I can't tell you--
gpt
Don't need to, interrupted Johnny,
human
I soldiered in this God-forgotten hole for nine months. Tell me what we can do first and fastest.
gpt
Well, there's a great empty hotel down in the street St. Jacobs. It has a wonderful dining-room, big enough for a thousand women and children. We can rent it for gold.
human
For gold,
gpt
Then we can get rice and sweet potatoes from China by ship, for gold.
human
For gold,
gpt
Oh, aren't you the Midas!
human
But, Johnny, she said presently,
gpt
I'll say not.
human
They need soup. Many would die without it. Soup means meat. We must have it. The nearest cattle are a hundred miles away. The Mongols have them. They are the border traders between China and Russia, you know. They have cattle--hundreds of them. They can be bought for gold.
gpt
For gold, smiled Johnny, patting his chest which still bulged suspiciously.
human
I'll be off for the cattle in the morning. I'll leave Doc here to do what he can, and to look after you.
gpt
Good! exclaimed Mazie, clapping her hands again.
human
The Red Cross will supply you a band of trustworthy Russians to help drive the cattle here. The Mongols won't dare bring them.
gpt
All right, said Johnny.
human
And now, what about the supposed hospitality of the Red Cross? I'm hungry. So is Doc.
gpt
Right this way,