human
This gin they serve here can't be touched in town,
gpt
It's bully.... Reminds me, are you getting ready for the long thirst, Bob?
human
You can lay a sweet bet on that. I'm planting enough in the cellar to last till the birdies nest again--and I'm looking out for more.... Hey, waiter.
gpt
Call the steward. I want to talk to him.
human
Say, began the millionaire who had summoned him,
gpt
I'll have a surplus, sir.
human
How much?
gpt
Um!... What would that come to?
human
About seven thousand dollars, sir.
gpt
I'll take it. Have it delivered--
human
Whoa there! interrupted his companion.
gpt
You'll take half of it. I want the other half myself.
human
Nothing doing. There ain't enough to split.... But I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll flop the dice with you for it. Winner gets the gin, loser gets the bill.
gpt
Fetch on your dice,
human
Best two out of three?
gpt
Naw.... Let's have swift action. One flop.
human
All right, said Bob, rattling the cubes in their box and spreading them on the table with practised hand.
gpt
Beat that, my boy. Three fives, an ace and a four lay exposed.
human
My gin, I guess,
gpt
Not while the old man keeps his strength, replied his friend.
human
Just peel your eye and watch this. He made the cast. A pair of fours was the result.
gpt
Oh, hell! he said, not petulantly, not angrily, but as if it were a duty. He pushed the dice back, and the incident was closed; apparently he brushed it from his mind as he had brushed back the ivory cubes.
human
Say, I hear Bogel is going to reduce the price of his car a hundred dollars....