human
Mother, said Dick,
gpt
Ay; but you are not my son, said the dying woman faintly.
human
You are a pale-face--you are very good--but you are not my son.
gpt
True, mother; but see, I have brought your son back to you!--Lay your hand on her forehead, he added in that low, stern undertone which he had used throughout to Bighorn, who could not but obey.
human
Stroke her head, look in her eyes, and speak to her.