human
Yes, I guess we can stand it here one night, went on the ragged sailor.
gpt
Where's your friend? he asked the junk man,
human
Oh, my friend he will of be right out, promised Ike Stein, rubbing his hands as though giving them a dry wash to get off some of the dirt.
gpt
He's most probable of looking at us now from one of the windows.
human
Oh, he is, eh? Spying like! Well, I don't see him!
gpt
No, Sam doesn't like to be seen until he sees who his company of is. But he knows me all right. Hello, Sam!
human
Hello, Ikey!