human
We've nothing to go on, said Macgregor.
gpt
I can't believe that Horace is dead, though, and we must stay on the spot till we know something more definite.
human
Of course we must,
gpt
I shouldn't have asked it of you, boys, said Fred.
human
I'd made up my mind to stay, though, till I found out something certain--and it would have been mighty lonely.
gpt
Nonsense! Do you think we'd have left you? Maurice exclaimed.
human
Aren't we all Horace's friends? The only thing I'm thinking of is the grub. We have barely enough for a week more.
gpt
What of that? said Peter.
human
We have rifles, haven't we? The woods ought to be full of deer--plenty of partridges and small game, anyway. We must make a regular business of hunting till we get enough meat for a week, and we must economize, of course, on our bread and canned stuff. Then there are sure to be whitefish or trout in the nearest lake, and we can fish through the ice. Lucky the Indians left their hooks and lines. And we can trap, too.
gpt
Boys, cried Fred,
human
A pair of gold bricks!