human
Wilt thou remain here, or go back to the Desert with thy tribe?
gpt
To--to the Desert--peradventure, she replied hesitatingly.
human
If the _homards_ are thrown off our scent.
gpt
What! are thy people about to resume their murderous marauding expeditions?
human
I--I know not, Cecil, she replied, laying her hand upon my arm.
gpt
I would prevent their terrible crimes if I could, but, alas! it is impossible. Thou knowest not in what constant peril I exist, or--or how unhappy is my life. A single imprudent word may seal my fate. I may be tied in a sack even to-night, and cast into the sea!
human
How can I help thee? How can I save thee?
gpt
Only by undertaking the journey of which I have already spoken, she answered slowly.
human
If thy mission is accomplished successfully, then thou wilt rescue me from a cruel fate--a fate far worse than death.