human
What shall our answer be? he asked in a whisper.
gpt
I hate like sin to give up the skin map to them two scoundrels; but, I reckon, our fathers and mothers would rather have our lives than the gold. But, and his face brightened a little,
human
Yes, agreed Bud, his own face brightening at the thought of putting off the surrender a little longer,
gpt
and he shuddered,
human
and his face hardened.
gpt
Who'd a thought them two scoundrels could get us in such a terrible fix!
human
Now to give them two skunks their answer,