human
Hullo! wot have we here? cried Big Waller, who was poking inquisitively about among the tents, to the consternation of the poor Indian children who lay huddled up in their rabbit-skin blankets, trembling from head to foot, and expecting to be scalped forthwith--such of them, at least, as were old enough to expect anything.
gpt
Here's your blunderbusses, I guess, mister.
human
What! my pistols,
gpt
Hah! ver' goot for play vid,
human
I say, here's something else,
gpt
Wah!
human
Wot! d'ye know who it b'long'd to?
gpt
Ay, said he mournfully,
human
I know it well. It belonged to young Blake. Glancing quickly up at a place where several scalps were hanging to a pole, he took one down, and, after gazing at it sadly for a few seconds, he added in a tone of deep melancholy:
gpt
Poor, poor Blake! ye had a hearty spirit an' a kindly heart. Your huntin' days were soon over!
human
Was he a friend of yours?
gpt
Ay, ay, he was, he was, said Redhand quickly, and with a sternness of manner that surprised his companions;
human
But, stop a bit, Redhand, cried Bounce, detaining the old man,
gpt
True, observed Redhand in his old gentle tones,
human
What o' that? said March Marston somewhat impetuously.
gpt
Are we not armed and well mounted and strong, and have we not lots o' time before us?
human
Well said,
gpt
Ditto,
human
Then we'll do it!