human
Hist! he said--
gpt
I hear a distant noise.
human
It is the rushing of the brook over the pebbles,
gpt
It is the sough of the wind among the bracken,
human
It is the galloping of horse, said Morton to himself, his sense of hearing rendered acute by the dreadful situation in which he stood;
gpt
God grant they may come as my deliverers!
human
It is horse, cried Macbriar.
gpt
Look out and descry who they are.
human
The enemy are upon us!