human
Have you ever killed a man?
gpt
Look, said Constans, and, drawing rein, he took aim at a beech-tree a few yards distant. The bullet ploughed into the wood, leaving a small, round hole in the smooth bark.
human
See how deeply it has penetrated, he continued.
gpt
Think you that a man could endure to have this lump of lead drilled through heart or brain? Ay, and against it no cuirass of quilted cloth will avail, however well it may turn an arrow-point.
human
If I questioned your assertion, he said,
gpt
In a secret place, some three miles from here, went on Constans,
human
I have in store a dozen similar weapons, together with as many of a larger pattern--rifles as they were anciently called. Also abundance of ammunition. Put them in the hands of brave men, and would not the odds be in our favor, even if the Doomsmen out-numbered us?
gpt
Yet may not our enemies provide themselves with the same means of offence?
human
No, said Constans, decidedly.
gpt
It took me a month's hard work to get what I have into serviceable condition. Besides, the weapons are useless without the cartridges of gunpowder and lead. Of these only a small quantity remained fit for use, and I have secured it all.
human
Good,