human
Restore you to the boat? Let you go, after I have gone to the pains of getting John Darknight to guide you into my hands? Why, girl, you have not studied the character of Jim Girty.
gpt
My father, let the white girl go, Little Moccasin said, venturing to meet the outlaw's flashing eyes.
human
See! I have killed the traitor. He will never betray my father again.
gpt
You served him right; but you were going to take this girl back to the river when I came up, was the reply.
human
She is mine, and the hand that is raised to tear her from me will fall in death. Come, my bird.
gpt
Now go! he cried to the mystery, as he pointed over her shoulder into the gloom of the forest.
human
Do not lift your rifle against me, for then you would never know who you are. Go! and follow me not. Don't cross my path too often!