human
All told the same story; all asserted that since the time their records ran the Seminoles had hunted and slain every three-eyed man they could catch; and that as long as the Seminoles had lived in the Everglades the three-eyed men had lived in the forests beyond Black Bayou.
gpt
Every skull had been painted with Spanish red; the coarse black hair still stuck to the scalps. And, behind, just over where the pituitary gland is situated, was a hollow, bony orbit--unmistakably the socket of a _third eye_!
human
W-where are those skulls?
gpt
It was useless. Not only do the Seminoles refuse to part with one of those skulls, but I have also learned that I am the first person with a white skin who has ever even heard of their existence--so profoundly have these red men of the Everglades guarded their secret through centuries.
human
This is a most astonishing business, Miss Grey.
gpt
What do you think about it? I demanded.
human
Is it not worth while for us to explore Black Bayou?
gpt
Why does Miss Grey go?
human
Why am I going? But it is _my_ discovery--_my_ contribution to science, isn't it?
gpt
Certainly! we exclaimed warmly and in unison. And Kemper added:
human
I was only thinking of the dangers and hardships. Smith and I could do the actual work--
gpt
Oh! she cried in quick protest,
human
I wouldn't miss one moment of the excitement, one pain, one pang! I _love_ it! It would simply break my heart not to share every chance, hazard, danger of this expedition--every atom of hope, excitement, despair, uncertainty--and the ultimate success--the unsurpassable thrill of exultation in the final instant of triumph!