human
Thou hast my secret, he exclaimed;
gpt
I contemn your threats, said Morton;
human
I pity you, and leave you. But as he turned to retire, Burley stept before him, pushed the oak-trunk from its resting place, and as it fell thundering and crashing into the abyss beneath, drew his sword, and cried out, with a voice that rivalled the roar of the cataract and the thunder of the falling oak,
gpt
Now thou art at bay! Fight,--yield, or die!
human
I will not fight with the man that preserved my father's life, said Morton.
gpt
I have not yet learned to say the words, 'I yield;' and my life I will rescue as I best can.