human
Martin, said he,
gpt
Aye, but, sir, how if things go contrary-wise?
human
Why, then, sure a quick death is better than to perish miserably by the way, for we have cruel going before us, thirsty deserts and barren wilds where game is scarce; better steel or bullet than to die raving with thirst or slow starvation--how say ye, lad?
gpt
Lead on!
human
Ha! said he, halting suddenly as arose a sudden crack of twigs and underbrush some distance on our front.
gpt
They have turned in to the water--let us sit here and watch for their camp fire.