human
No, no, son, put down thy gun, cried his father.
gpt
This is a friend. It was he who so mysteriously saved us last night. He is a Friend, and has learned to speak a little English at a Friends’ Mission.
human
Oh,
gpt
But see, Hannah, went on Mr. Peniman,
human
The _dispatch-box_? Hannah Peniman’s face whitened and her eyes grew dark with horror.
gpt
They have taken the dispatch-box? Oh, Joshua, that box had in it everything relating to the property and identity of that little girl!
human
I know, he said.
gpt
It is a terrible catastrophe. I should have put that box in my own wagon.
human
But who would have thought—who would have supposed that Indians——
gpt
Indian no want papers.
human
True, said Joshua Peniman, pulling at his beard,
gpt
There is more in this than we see now,