human
There are men in hiding yonder, rang a voice.
gpt
The villains shelter behind the trees.
human
Find me a way round, roared an angry voice, and La Salle pushed along the pass.
gpt
Are we to be held here by one man behind a fallen tree?
human
There is no way up, Excellency, said an officer, gazing up the face of the rock.
gpt
The heretics have well chosen their place.
human
Send men round,