human
I can't tell you anything yet,
gpt
Who was it come?
human
My uncle--I'm going to tell him.
gpt
The men after me may git here any minute,
human
They'd not be coming into my room,
gpt
Can't you hide me down by the river till we start?
human
I've got to see if he'll take you first?
gpt
He--your uncle, Tom Sanger? He drinks, I've heard. He'd never git to Bindon.
human
I'll come back and tell you. There's a place you could hide by the river where no one could ever find you,
gpt
Who you got in that room, Jinny? What man you got in that room? I heard a man's voice. Is it because o' him that you bin talkin' about no weddin' to-morrow? Is it one o' the others come back, puttin' you off Jake again?
human
You eat, and I'll tell you all about it, Uncle Tom,
gpt
I heard something 'bout trouble down at Bindon yisterday from a Hudson's Bay man goin' North, but I didn't take it in. You've got a lot o' sense, Jinny, an' if you think he's tellin' the truth, why, it goes; but it's as big a mixup as a lariat in a steer's horns. You've got to hide him sure, whoever he is, for I wouldn't hand an Eskimo over, if I'd taken him in my home once; we're mountain people. A man ought to be hung for horse-stealin', but this was different. He was doing it to save a man's life, an' that man at Bindon was good to his little gal, an' she's dead.