human
Halt! Great Heaven! cried Twing, jerking his horse upon its haunches;
gpt
he added, turning fiercely to Raoul, and half-drawing his sword,
human
The hill, Major, replied the soldier coolly,
gpt
And, sir, what mean you? It is not a mile distant?
human
It is ten miles, Major.
gpt
Ten! Why, sir, I can trace the eagle upon that flag! It is not one mile, by Heaven!
human
By the eye, true; but by the road, Major, it is what I have said--ten miles. We passed the crossing of the barranca some time ago; there is no other before we reach El Plan.