human
I will now hurry across, said Roderick.
gpt
And you, Donald, return to the inn. You must need rest terribly.
human
Twa hours or sae will set me to richts, sir.
gpt
And your horse?
human
He's knockit up for gude, sir.
gpt
Then get another and the best you can find. Here are fifty sovereigns. Use them freely in His Majesty's name.
human
I will be awake and awa' a gude hour before dawn, maister Roddy. The sunrise will see me weel oot o' the settlements.
gpt
And we meet here again at midnight.
human
Depend upon it, sir, unless the rapscallion rebels should catch and hang me up to one of the tall aiks o' the Chaudière.
gpt
Never fear, Donald; a traitor's death was never meant for an old soldier of the King, like you.