human
Hullo, Milt! he boomed, rolling his heavy form into a chair, his round, red face beaming.
gpt
How's the wild Injin this morning? Say, you're a wonder when you get started! You needn't deny it; wasn't I there? He shook his head, chuckling fatly.
human
Look here, he went on,
gpt
I'm busy this morning--got to get down to North Beach to see Harry Meigs--and I guess you are. He tossed over a package of papers that he produced from an inside pocket.
human
Look those over at your leisure. I think we better sue the sons of guns. Let me know what you think. He fished about in a tight-drawn waistcoat pocket with a chubby thumb and forefinger, pulled out a strip of paper, and flipped it to Keith as casually as though it were a cigarette paper.
gpt
There's a little something as a retainer, said he.
human
Well, be good!