human
he cried, and grabbed the slim brown hand. Then gazing about him,
gpt
Where am I—how did I happen to get here?
human
You with my people. Pawnee village on Platte River. Heap sick boy. Been here many sleeps.
gpt
I _have_? Joe rubbed his head confusedly.
human
How did I get here? I don’t remember—oh! —as memory began to come back to him—
gpt
My young men hunt buffalo. Fin’ you heap sick. Bring you back Big Chief. Big Chief my favver.
human
Oh, and I am in your wigwam? This is your camp?
gpt
And you have been taking care of me, Pashepaho? I was hurt pretty bad, I guess. I believe I would have died there if your young men had not found me.
human
Sure. Heap sick. Medicine man make you well.
gpt
I’m all right now, ain’t I?
human
Yep. Get li’l stronger. Eat heap meat.
gpt
All ri’ now. Then laying his hand on the boy’s chest,
human
Here worse. Heap much hole. Bleed. Cough. Heap sick.