human
One wants a pick and shovel, I suppose, Guy ventured,
gpt
And food, drink, lights, clothes, covering, cooking-gear, medicine---- Grayle struck in ferociously.
human
No, we're not going to discover the North West Passage, but we're going to make these swine squeal--and the more squeals we knock out of them the better I shall be pleased. Tools, blankets--or rather, sleeping-bags. Tents. Tobacco. Mustn't forget tobacco. Bags for the gold. I suppose, if you've had a good day, you sleep with a revolver under your pillow; and stand drinks all round, which involves the worst obtainable Californian gooseberry. I'm going to supply the outfit, and they're going to dig the gold. Exploit, or be exploited. Care to come in with us, Stornaway? Anything you like to put up, you know....
gpt
Grayle's Hotel