human
Red couldn't 'a' got that money to him in no better way,
gpt
An' how'd you find 'em? softly asked the wise bartender.
human
Goin' after that foreman's roll?
gpt
Thompson ain't very much; but I dunno about th' other feller. Sometimes I think one thing; sometimes, another. Either he's cussed innocent, or too slick for me to figger. Reckon mebby Fisher ought to go agin' him, an' find out, for shore.
human
How'd you make out, last night, with Long?
gpt
There's a man th' boss ought to grab, replied the gambler.
human
He didn't win much from me--but it's his first, an' last, chance with me. I don't play him no more. I'd like to see him an' Fisher go at it, with no limit. Fisher would have th' best of it on th' money end, havin' th' house behind him in case he had to weather a run of hard luck; but mebby he'd need it.
gpt
You can't get away before night. Sandy Woods will take care of you before mornin', I reckon. Go upstairs an' quit fussin'. Yo're safe as h--l!