human
They scent the stranger, said Partab Singh, turning the lantern to show first the huge lioness, almost black in colour, which had betrayed her presence by snarling, and then her mate, looking indescribably sulky and wounded in his self-esteem owing to the failure of his leap.
gpt
The gate is open; does my friend wish to return?
human
Is this the secret, then, Maharaj-ji? If not, let us go on,
gpt
Keep to the middle of the den, then, he said, as he fastened the gate.
human
The beasts are chained, and cannot touch you there.