human
Wal! he cried abruptly.
gpt
Wot's the use o' gassin'? Let's light right out. That's how we sed 'fore you come along, Buck. He paused, and a sly grin slowly spread over his features. Then, lowering his voice to a persuasive note, he went on,
human
Here, fellers, mebbe ther' ain't more'n cents among us. Wal, I'd sure say we best pool 'em, an' I'll set right out over to Bay Creek an' git whisky. I'll make it in four hours. Then we'll hev jest one hell of a time to-night, an' up stakes in the morning, fer--fer any old place out o' here. How's that?
gpt
Guess our few cents don't matter, anyways, agreed Curly, his dull eyes brightening.
human
I'd say the Kid's right. I ain't lapped a sup o' rye in months.
gpt
It ain't bad fer Soapy, agreed Beasley.
human
Wot say, boys?