human
I ought, he said,
gpt
Why ought you to cry?
human
I guess I ought to cry because I've lost my rifle and everything except my Luck --here he pulled at the steel chain--
gpt
You can easily get a new rifle,
human
With dollars, interrupted Mr. Beck.
gpt
As for them, there's not a dollar left--nary a red cent; only my Luck.
human
And what is your Luck?
gpt
That, said Mr. Beck,
human
I will tell you by-and-by. Perhaps it's your Luck, too, young boss,