human
Seven thousand, announced McCullough, reaching for another handful.
gpt
I'm sayin' you wasn't leavin' nothin' behind. He looked up again after a moment.
human
Eighteen thousand five hundred, he growled and picked up another handful.
gpt
Holy mavericks! he breathed as the last bill was counted and placed on the new pile.
human
Forty-nine thousand eight hundred and seventy! You was takin' chances, totin' all that with this gang of thieves! Fifty thousand dollars, U. S.!