human
The miners picked the bones of those rocks, but they never pick quite clean. Then the Chinamen come and finish off. Gentlemen, it's a special Providence that you picked me up. I don't altogether admire the way in which that special Providence was played up to in the matter of the bar; but a Christian without a revolver alone among twenty Chinamen----
gpt
They'd have got my Luck,
human
Chief, I don't like it; said the younger man.
gpt
It's ghostly. It's a town of dead men. As soon as it is dark the ghosts will rise and walk about--play billiards, I expect. What shall we do?
human
Hotel, growled the chief.
gpt
Sleep on floor--sit on chairs--eat off a table.