human
It is the Indian I shot with Mother’s revolver!
gpt
Oh, I did that, I did it, she moaned.
human
I thought he would kill Mother—I——
gpt
Hush, Ruth, her father commanded.
human
He is harmless now. He is badly wounded—perhaps dying. We must do all that we can to save him. You know we are told by the Master to help our enemies and do good to them who despitefully use us.