human
That night came fierce rain and wind and with it a horde of enemies who descended like a hurricane and destroyed the village,--men, women and children. So the chief with all his gold was destroyed utterly and he was the last Gilded Man. Thus were the Spirits of Heaven avenged!
gpt
Thank you, Vicente, cried Affonzo.
human
That is a good story. But see, the rain is over. Now we must hurry to find my father,
gpt
You must not go yet, said Vicente.
human
Ground too wet, trees wet, bad for white people. You must wait.
gpt
But I must find my father, persisted Affonzo, who, though he was a brave boy, began to be somewhat frightened. But Vicente knew the danger of the steaming forest with its snakes, mosquitoes and insects swarming after the storm.
human
Not safe to go now, he said, and Joachim, who was quite comfortable where he was, said,
gpt
Little master must sleep here and go home in the morning.
human
You shall have a good supper,