human
. One time, after he had ordered drinks, he began the old game, said he thought he had eighteen dollars with him, and must have been touched. Then he took out his gold watch and chain and threw it on the bar. But who would take it? I went down, of course, and paid for the drinks. When we went out together, he grinned, and said to me:
gpt
I pity you. You will never have a bank account, my boy.
human
Take it and hock it, and get what he owes you. This chump has been working it all up and down the line. I won't be touched by the d---- grafter any more.
gpt
My friend here is learning how to play poker and has just lost eighteen dollars. He is a dead sore loser and is rattled.
human
Jim, I don't believe in paying a gin-mill keeper. If the powers that be were for the people instead of for themselves they would have such drinkables free on every corner in old New York.