human
I don't know _you_, he said to Bessie.
gpt
I don't know any of yez. It's a bad neighborhood.
human
If the cab's yours where is it now?
gpt
My partner has it out.
human
Likely story! I'll wait until I see it before I believe it.
gpt
Suit yourself,
human
I can't make out what he's driving at,
gpt
Let him tell me, said Greg.
human
First tell him that this is my cab.
gpt
I drive for the New York Western cab service, he said.
human
They keep a sharp tab on us fellows and the gas we use, and I couldn't get down here until I was off duty. This morning at the Terminal three ladies engaged me: that is they was four in the party but one was a servant----
gpt
Old Spanish-looking dame and two pippins, black-head and red-head. Say, red-head was a little queen she was, with a little green hat and a whole grizzly bear around her neck, I guess it was----
human
Never mind her description, said Greg impatiently.
gpt
We know her. Get ahead!
human
Say, who's telling this, you or me? burst out the irritable one.
gpt
I ain't telling it for your pleasure anyway, but for her that sent me. What if I do drive a taxi-cab, when I'm off duty I'm as good a man as any.
human
Sure! said Greg.
gpt
You're all right! But for God's sake get on with your story!