human
Thure and I found the old villain just after he had killed a horse, and shot him, Bud answered hastily, anxious to get to his mother with the wonderful news of the Cave of Gold as quickly as possible.
gpt
Here, Angelo! and he turned to a young Mexican boy standing near,
human
Take my horse and see that he is properly cared for. And you, Juan, take the hide of _El Feroz_ and let us see how fine a robe you can make out of it.
gpt
Si, si, señor, answered the old Mexican exultingly.
human
He, the ugly brute, kill my wife's brother, Pedro, whom I, like my own brother, loved, and 'twill give my soul peace one fine robe to make out of his big skin. A great glory, the killing of _El Feroz_, señor, and his old eyes kindled.
gpt
Your fame like a swift horse will travel.
human
Shucks! Any hunter could have got him the same as we did,