human
Hi! there, Lil Artha, come here, and hurry, too!
gpt
W-what is it, Elmer?
human
What do you call that, and that, and that?
gpt
Blood spots on the snow, as sure as anything, Elmer! Oh! then I must have hit that deer after all! I'm glad, and then again I'm sorry. If he had to get away from us, I'd much rather not a single piece of lead had found him. Now he'll only suffer, and it'll do us no good at all.
human
Hold on, don't be too sure about that, remarked Elmer, as he started to step across the logs, and follow the plainly marked red trail over the otherwise spotless field of pure snow;
gpt
Then let's chase after him right away! he exclaimed.
human
Goodness knows we need fresh meat about as much as anybody could, because we're almost half starved, and haven't a ghost of a show at anything else. And if the poor thing does drop think how mean it'd be to have the foxes and other varmints gnaw at _our_ deer all night long, while we sucked our thumbs in camp, and went hungry.