human
Well, Portney, I heard you had been put off your place,
gpt
We have not been put off--we are going to leave it, Mr. Andrews.
human
Oh! Where are you going?
gpt
To Alaska.
human
Alaska? You must be joking.
gpt
No, sir. My uncle, Foster Portney, has sent for Randy and me to come to San Francisco, and the three of us are going to some new gold fields.
human
Well, what about my bill? asked the storekeeper, anxiously. He was interested in but little outside of his business.
gpt
Of course that has got to be settled before you leave.
human
We will pay up, never fear. But we want to sell off all our stuff first. Will you let me write out a notice to that effect and post it outside?
gpt
Yes, you can do that. Going to sell off, eh? What have you got?
human
They won't bring much.
gpt
They ought to bring thirty or forty dollars.
human
You'll be lucky to get ten.
gpt
Ten dollars won't see us through. We have got to get enough to pay our bills and secure our passage down to Boston.
human
And how much will that be?