human
That little girl is my daughter. Her name is Ruth Peniman. She comes from the Muskingum Valley in Ohio,
gpt
Are you lying to me? If you are you’d better make your will right now.
human
I am not lying to you. I never lie. My name is Joshua Peniman. I and my family are crossing the plains to Nebraska. The little girl you just saw come out of that store with my wife is my daughter Ruth. This is my son Joe.
gpt
He’d better not interfere in my business again, or his name’ll be on a coffin-plate,
human
In with you, boys, he said in a low voice,
gpt
What does it mean? he said in a voice so low that the little girls who were in the back of the wagon dressing the china dolls they had bought at the trading-station could not hear him.
human
What is this mystery that is following us? It is evident that Nina is in danger from some one—for some reason that we know nothing about. I shall be thankful when we can put her into the hands of those who are in a better position to protect her than we are.
gpt
That man back there, breathed Mrs. Peniman, scarcely above a whisper,
human
He did know her—or he thought he did! He had some sort of a shock when his eyes fell upon her. He was not sure, and I think I threw him off the trail.
gpt
It is strange—strange—in this vast new country—what can it mean?