human
The brute! exclaimed Thure angrily, the moment his eyes had taken in this scene of violence.
gpt
So that was the death scream of a horse we heard! Well, I never want to hear another! But, we've got you now, you old villain! and his eyes swept over the little valley, free, except for the fringe of trees and bushes, of all obstructions, exultingly.
human
If we let you get away from this, we'll both deserve to be shot. Now, and he turned to Bud,
gpt
Good! agreed Bud.
human
But, say, let's rope him first. Just shooting is too good for _El Feroz_. Remember Manuel and Old Pedro, whom he killed, and Jim Bevins, whom he tore nearly to pieces and crippled for life, to say nothing of the cattle and the horses he has killed. And now that we have him where he can't get away, I am for showing him that man is his master, strong and ferocious as he is, before killing him. We could not have picked out a better place for roping him, if we had been doing the picking, and his eyes glanced over the smooth level of the little valley.
gpt
We'll let him chase us until we get him away from the trees and bushes along the creek, and then we'll have some fun with the big brute with our ropes, before sending him to Kingdom Come with our bullets. What do you say, Thure?
human
Well, grinned Thure reminiscently,
gpt
and his face sobered.
human
Still, I reckon, our horses can keep us at a safe distance from his ugly claws and teeth; and it will be all right to have a try with the ropes before we use bullets, but we've got to be careful. _El Feroz_ is the largest and ugliest grizzly ever seen anywhere around here, and could kill one of our horses with one blow of his huge paw. Mexican Juan says that an Indian devil has taken possession of the big brute and that only a silver bullet blessed by a priest can kill him; and, in proof of his belief, he told me that he himself had shot five lead bullets at _El Feroz_ and that he had heard the devil laugh when the bullets struck and fell hot and flattened to the ground. Now he always carries a silver bullet with him that he had a priest bless when he was down to San Francisco last fall; and the next time he meets _El Feroz_ he expects to kill him with the holy bullet. He showed me the silver bullet, and Thure laughed.
gpt
But I'm willing to put my trust in lead, if it hits the right spot, Indian devil or no devil. Now, look at _El Feroz_. He doesn't seem to be worrying none over our presence. Appears to think the filling of his greedy belly too important an operation to be interrupted by us,