human
Yes, said he, balancing his hat carefully.
gpt
It kin be done. Six thousand, ain't it!
human
Five thousand.
gpt
Six!
human
Six, then--to be paid when you leave prison.
gpt
Huh! An' when might that be?
human
How should I know? said Lady Jim, crossly, for the strain on her nerves was great.
gpt
Ask some lawyer.
human
Blackmail an' conspiracy, murmured Strange, reflectively.
gpt
Sounds like a few years of oakum-pickin', don't it? Not as I intend to give my opinion on these British gaols. Sing-sing's good enough fur me.
human
What do you mean by that?
gpt
Never you mind, ma'am. But if the dollars ain't planked down----
human
They will be. Can't you trust me, man?
gpt
I guess not. You're what I call a holy terror, an' no mistake. Firmingham, y' said--Firmingham. He nodded.
human
I've nailed it.
gpt
When will you go down?
human
Arter I've seen thet land-shark 'bout the kind of poppy-cock th' bloomin' judge ull talk. Go slow, ma'am; y' git along with your share, an' I'll do mine. So long!
gpt
I can depend upon you, Captain Strange.
human
Y' kin let it go at thet. So long, agin. An' if I'd married you, he added, with genuine emotion,