human
It must be eleven o'clock, he said, as he thrust the pewter plate empty into the cupboard, and went to the door as if to take observations.
gpt
He cannot be later than one, and, saying that it is eleven now, I have but two hours to wait. Can I trust the man? Haven't I trusted him for six years, and where is the time that he has played me false? I have put money into his buckskin purse, and he knows that at a sign of betrayal I would kill him as heartlessly as I slew Parquatin at the council in the hollow. That council!
human
They made me kill the young chief, he went on, as if speaking before a stern court in his own defense.
gpt
Or I should say that _he_ made me do it. They say that I haven't got a spark of manhood left--that I am the only devil in the Northwest Territory, and hunt and dog me on every side. I _am_ a bad man, the worst perhaps in these parts. The Indian is my companion, and when he can't invent new deviltry, he comes to me. But I have some good traits left. The dog that steals sheep and bites children is capable of loving his master. I have a brother, and though we have together trod the paths of iniquity from the trough cradle--though he has sought to lower me in the eyes of the tribes, I would not lift a hand against him. No, Simon Girty, your brother loves you because your mother was his; but, and the renegade paused a moment,