human
What do you think about Kane's?
gpt
Same as you. Reg'lar cow-town gamblin'-hall, with th' same fixin's, wimmin', crooked games, an' wise bums hangin' 'round. Am I right?
human
Purty near. You left a couple of things out. I'm not sayin' what they are, but I _am_ sayin' this: Don't you ever pull no gun in there if you should have any trouble. Wait till you get yore man outside. Funny thing about that--sort of a spell, I reckon--but no stranger ever got a gun out an' workin' in Kane's place. They died too quick, or was put out of workin' order.
gpt
Mebby no good man ever tried to get one out, an' workin'.
human
You lose, retorted Ed emphatically.
gpt
Some of 'em was shore to be good. It's a cold deck--with a sharpshooter. There I go again! he snorted.
human
I'm certainly shootin' off my mouth today. I must be loco!
gpt
Then don't let that worry you. I ain't shootin' mine off, Johnny reassured him.
human
I'm tryin' to figger----
gpt
Hey, stranger! Yore outfit's in trouble down in Red Frank's!
human
Where's _his_ place?
gpt
One street back, nodded the bartender, indicating the rear of the room.
human
Turn to yore right--third door. It's a Greaser dive--look sharp!