human
You are willing to ride to death, brothers?
gpt
Into hell itself, sahib!
human
I knew it. But are you willing to turn back half-way, and return?
gpt
Never, sahib; never!
human
Then you are not the men for me.
gpt
We will do it, sahib, though it be more bitter than death.
human
I thought I could count on you. Listen then, brothers. I want those four guns dismounted, and rolled into the marsh near at hand. We will cover your charge by advancing within musket-shot of the guns, but further we cannot go. Can I trust you to return when your work is done, without attempting to ride further?
gpt
Highness, you can.
human
It is well. The one who returns first, bringing his men with him, shall receive my revolving pistol; to the other I will give my watch.
gpt
The gifts of the Sahib are great as his fame,