human
Drive along! ordered the sailor.
gpt
I want to get off this street. Too many kids here would know this dog if they saw him; he won't stay covered up! he exclaimed, for Ruddy was struggling, trying to get his head loose and to work the ropes off his legs, and these struggles disturbed the old sacks the sailor had thrown over the dog to hide him in the bottom of the wagon.
human
Drive on, fast!
gpt
But I should must stop and buy things! declared the junk man.
human
All right it is for you to say a red dog he brings you luck. He brings no such to me. I of got to buy paper and rags and bottles and old auto tires, and I of got to sell 'em to make money.
gpt
All right, but hurry all you can! growled the ragged man--in fact they were both ragged men.
human
I want to get out of town and back to a ship, he added.
gpt
Then I'll have some luck!