human
What you do? she said.
gpt
Three men to shoot, and Mary to watch _her_. You got no chance!
human
I'll find a way! he said desperately.
gpt
This Death River, tell me about it!
human
Big river, moch water, she said.
gpt
Come from mountains. Ver' moch high falls; mak' lak thunder! Above falls, ver' rough rapids, no can cross. Below falls, deep black hole; breeds say bad spirits go there. Only one place to cross, half-mile below falls.