human
Here I will settle with you, he said, sternly.
gpt
Tell me what you want; or first, if you like, how you found me. For the last thing I remember of you, Jem Pound, is that I sacked you from our little concern--for murder.
human
And the last thing I heard of you--was your sticking up the Mount Clarence bank, and taking five hundred ounces of gold! You were taken; but escaped the same night--with the swag. That's the last I heard of you--Ned Ryan--Ned the Ranger--Sundown!
gpt
I can hang you for that murder,
human
Not without dragging yourself in after me, for life; which you'd find the worse half of the bargain! Now listen, Ned Ryan; I'll be plain with you. I can, and mean to, bleed you for that gold--for my fair share of it.
gpt
And this is what you want with me?
human
I want money; I'm desperate--starving!
gpt
Starvation doesn't carry a man half round the world.
human
I was helped,
gpt
Who helped you?
human
All in good time, Sundown, old mate! Come, show me the colour of it first.
gpt
I have none to give you. I am cleaned out myself.
human
That's a lie!
gpt
Do you think a man clears out with five hundred ounces in his pockets? Do you think he could carry it ten miles, let alone two hundred?