human
Do you know, Joe, Abe said in a low voice, as he gave me a hand up over a bit of a ledge,
gpt
I'd sooner be home on my little farm that Seth Upham sold from under me, with only my crops and fishing to look forward to, than here with all the gold in Africa to be got? I wonder, Joe, if I'll ever see my wife and the little boy again.
human
Nonsense! I cried,
gpt
Do you think so? I'm not so sure.