human
Some car you got there, brother! Ben Chacherre, who had overheard most of the foregoing conversation, lighted his cigarette and grinned familiarly.
gpt
Some car, eh?
human
She's a boat, all right, conceded Hammond, grudgingly. He did not like the other's looks, although praise of the car was sweet unto his soul.
gpt
She sure steps some.
human
Yes. All she needs, drawled Chacherre,
gpt
Huh? snorted Hammond.
human
Say, you 'bo, who sold you chips in this game? Move along!
gpt
Free country, ain't it? he inquired, lazily.
human
Or have you invested your winnings and bought this here alley?
gpt
Seen anything of an aviator's helmet around here?
human
Huh? The chauffeur glared at his tormentor, yet with a sudden sick feeling inside his bosom. He suddenly realized that the man's eyes were meeting his squarely, with a bold and insolent directness.
gpt
Who you kiddin' now?
human
Nobody. I was asking a question, that's all. Ben Chacherre flung away his cigarette, untangled himself from the telephone pole, and moved away.
gpt
Only, he flung over his shoulder,
human
I was flyin' along here last night in my airplane, and I lost my helmet overboard. Thought maybe you'd seen it. So long, brother!