human
Paul! Paul! My darling! A ringing call broke from Marguerite's lips and she rushed down the hill at a pace which even Mead's running strides could barely equal. The boy heard her cry, turned, swayed on trembling legs, and fell to the ground. She snatched the child to her breast and pressed her face to his. He smiled faintly and wearily, and his parched, cracked lips whispered,
gpt
Is he dead?
human
No, he is not dead, nor dying. His heart seems to be beating naturally, but feebly. If we only had some water!
gpt
Take him in your arms and run to where the others are. Doctor Long is there, and somebody will have water.
human
But you?
gpt
Take him and run, run! Never mind me. I will come behind you. Go, go quickly!