human
A fire at Fish House, he cries,
gpt
Pack up and be ready to leave! said I. And, to Nick:
human
Saddle Kaya and be ready to take Penelope a-horse to Mayfield block-house. Call my Indian!
gpt
Come, said I,
human
Do nothing rash, John Drogue,
gpt
Get you ready for flight, said I, fixing a fresh flint.
human
Nick shall run at your stirrup if it comes to that pinch----
gpt
But _you_!
human
Why, I am well enough; and if the Iroquois are at Fish House then I retreat through Varick's, and so by Fonda's Bush to Mayfield Fort.
gpt
I do not wish to leave Summer House, she said pitifully.
human
What is to happen to our sheep and cattle--and to our fowls and all our stores--and to Summer House itself?
gpt
God knows, said I impatiently.
human
Why do you stand there idle when you must make ready for flight!
gpt
I--I can not bear to have you go to Fish House--all alone----
human
I have the Yellow Leaf, and can keep clear o' trouble. Come, Penelope!----
gpt
When you move toward trouble I do not desire to flee the other way, toward safety!----
human
Pack up, Penelope!
gpt
At Mayfield Fort! I called across to Nick.
human
And if I be not there by night, then take Penelope to Johnstown, for it means that the Iroquois are on the Sacandaga!
gpt
I mark you, Jack!
human
Farewell, Penelope, I said.
gpt
You shall be safe with Nick.
human
But you, John Drogue?
gpt
Safe in the forest, always, and the devil himself could not catch me,