human
Dear me! cried Betty, coming closer.
gpt
Poor old Jim! Is he hurt much, Bob?
human
I don't believe so,
gpt
Can we get him up the bank?
human
I won't try that if there is any outlet to this ravine--and there must be, of course. Say! do you hear that silly girl?
gpt
Who? Libbie? Betty began to giggle.
human
She is going to make a hero of you, Bob, whether you want to be or not. And you are----
gpt
Now, don't you begin,
human
I never saw such a modest fellow,
gpt
Huh! Libbie will want to put a laurel wreath on my brow if I climb up there. See! There is a bunch of laurels right over there--those glossy-leaved, runty sort of trees. Not for me! I am going to lead Jim out ahead, and you climb up, if you want to, and come along with the rest of the bunch. Ride my horse, if you will, Betty.
human
So you'd run away from a girl! scoffed Betty, but laughing.
gpt
You are no hero, Bob Henderson.
human
Sure I'm not, he agreed cheerfully.
gpt
And I'd run away from a girl like Libbie any day. I wonder how Timothy Derby stands for her. But he's almost as mushy as a soft pumpkin!