human
Yonder comes slinking a proper pair o' tree-cats to sniff us to our destination. If these two be truly of the other party, then they have no business at John Stoner's.
gpt
They are not coming to answer the militia call; they have rifles but neither regimentals nor packs.
human
I wish we were clean split at Fonda's Bush, so that an honest man might know when 'neighbor' spells 'traitor' in low Dutch.
gpt
Some riddles are best solved by bullets, muttered the other.
human
Who argues with wolves or plays cat's-cradle with catamounts!