human
I agree with you that it is not safe to go out of the camp, but there can be no harm in letting the savage in. He is unarmed, and at the first appearance of hostility, he must be dispatched,
gpt
If he enters the camp to-night, he must not return until daylight,
human
Certainly not! Hark! he is close to us; see, he pauses: what can he mean?
gpt
Arapahoe! white man's friend,
human
What are you doing here, then? said Howe,
gpt
The son of the 'Great Medicine' would not hurt Whirlwind,
human
Ha! Whirlwind, what are you doing here, you are indeed, safe,
gpt
Whirlwind, returning to his village with his braves, found a snake encircling his white brother's wigwam, and has crept within the circle to save them,
human
What is that you say? are there other Indians beside your own, about?
gpt
The hills are dark with 'Crows,' who stand ready at the sound of the war-whoop, to sweep down on my brothers, drink their blood, and steal their goods.
human
Perhaps it is not so easily accomplished, said Howe,
gpt
My brothers are a handful, the Crows cover the hills; but my warriors, though but few, are brave and will fight for their white brothers.
human
If things are as bad as you represent, this is very kind of you; but, how are we to know that the 'Crows' are around in large numbers to attack us?
gpt
The tongue of Whirlwind is not forked; he cannot lie;
human
I know it, Whirlwind, I know you are true, as well as brave. The danger forced the thought, though I really did not doubt your truth for a moment. I will take your advice, Whirlwind. What is the most effectual mode of protecting ourselves?
gpt
My white brothers will guard their camp, and should the Crows press us too hard, help to repel them,
human
You do not intend to stand the brunt of the fight, do you? said Howe.
gpt
No, Whirlwind, I can't allow that.
human
The braves of the Arapahoes have, for many moons longed to meet the 'Crows' in battle; now, surely, my white brother will not go between them.
gpt
I certainly shall not consent to any blood being shed, interposed Mr. Duncan,
human
Yonder, the Crows, in numbers, await the signal of their chief, to drink the blood of my brothers, and carry their wives and children prisoners to their wigwams; when this is done, it will be too late to strike a blow. But it shall not be; see, yonder in the thicket, a hundred Arapahoe warriors are panting for the onset. The children of the 'Great Medicine' shall be saved. They are in Whirlwind's hunting grounds, and he will protect them.
gpt
Come! now is our time: follow me!