human
Tabagauches! Tabagauches! yelled the Arapahoes, as they discovered a fragment of a blanket, on which was embroidered, in gay colours, the crest of that tribe.
gpt
There, away where the sun sets, over the Medicine Bow Mountains, they are. They have conquered the Crows and taken them alive, with the pale faces, prisoners, to their village.
human
We must follow them. We may overtake them, for evidently, the fight occurred this morning,
gpt
Is my brother mad, that he thinks to compel a great nation to give up its prisoners, with a handful of warriors?
human
Can you think I would desert my children? said Mr. Duncan, in a severe tone.
gpt
No! we white men are made of sterner stuff than that. I will save them, or die with them.
human
If my white brother is brave Whirlwind is braver, returned the Chieftain.
gpt
What you would attempt and fail to accomplish by force, I will accomplish by stratagem. Let my white brother return, and leave the recovery of the children to me.
human
Never! replied Mr. Duncan, decidedly.
gpt
My children are prisoners, in the power of merciless foes, and until I recover them, I will never again turn my back on their path.
human
My brother has spoken, but has not spoken well,
gpt
We will lose no time in delay--an hour may be of the utmost importance,