human
I warned ye, O'Hara whispered, glaring at Matterson and Gleazen.
gpt
Had we waited, now, say only a month, they'd not be scouring the river in search of us.
human
Pfaw! Niggers with bows and arrows,
gpt
Yes, niggers with bows and arrows, O'Hara returned.
human
But I'd no sooner die by an arrow than by a musket-ball.
gpt
Die? Who's talking o' dying?
human
Sure, and I'd not be one to talk o' dying, O'Hara murmured, as he resumed his guard with a musket across his knees,