human
Joe, Joe,
gpt
Father, he panted, starting up wildly,
human
Princess—they got her—where is she——
gpt
Are you wounded, Joe? he asked in anguish;
human
No, no, the boy sprang to a sitting position.
gpt
I’m not hurt—only stunned—but Princess—Nina—did they take her? Did they get away with her?
human
Yes, he answered reluctantly,
gpt
I must go after her—I must find her,
human
You are hurt—you are not able to go, he said, pushing him into a chair.
gpt
And besides, you could never catch them now, Joe. They have half an hour the start of you, and they have swift ponies——
human
I _must_ go, Father—I must! I must find her—I must bring her back—Princess, Princess!