human
Why, said Webster, tilting his broad hat back,
gpt
This is the spot, he said;
human
pointing to the dent of a small heel,
gpt
Then, where is she?
human
What the devil! then she has moved away. Those swabs of niggers have mutinied and cleared. And we were fools enough to trust them. Thank God, they can't be far.
gpt
No, they can't be far.
human
Then come on, man; with a trail like those wheel-marks before us we can overtake them before dark;