human
What have I to do with you and your story? Let me go. Captain Ladds, you have my address. And as for you, sir, you shall hear from me to-morrow.
gpt
Sit down, Major. Gilead Beck invited him to resume his chair with a sweet smile.
human
Sit down. The night's young. May be Captain Ladds wants his revenge.
gpt
Not I, said Ladds.
human
Had enough. Go to bed. Not a revengeful man.
gpt
Then, said Gilead Beck, his face darkening and his manner suddenly changing,
human
I will take your revenge for you. Sit down, sir!
gpt
It is not gambling, Major Ruggles, Beck went on.
human
Captain Ladds' revenge is going to be of another sort, I reckon.
gpt
Delmonico's, was it, where we met last? And with Joe Calderon--Boss Calderon? Really, Major Ruggles, I was a great fool not to remember that at once. But I always am weak over faces, even such a striking face as yours. So we met last when you were dining with Boss Calderon, eh?