human
Well, said Forsythe,
gpt
That's a good idea, said Casey, the wireless man off duty.
human
We needn't give any name--only a jumble of letters that spell nothing.
gpt
How far can you send with what you've got?
human
With those aërials, answered Casey, glancing aloft at the long gridiron of wires,
gpt
Not much good, I'm afraid, said Jenkins.
human
Lord knows where we are, but we're more than fifty miles from land.
gpt
That as far as you can reason? broke in Forsythe.
human
Jenkins, you're handy at a knockdown, but if you can't use what brain you've got, you'd better resign command here. I don't know who elected you, anyhow.
gpt
Are you looking for more, Forsythe? asked Jenkins, taking a step toward him.
human
If you are, you can have it. If not, get down to your studies, and find out where this craft is, so we can get somewhere.
gpt
I can give you the latitude, he said, before descending,
human
Fake up a message claiming to be from some ship with a jumbled name, as you say, and be ready to send it if he gets our position.
gpt
Then you think well of it?
human
Certainly. Forsythe has brains. The only trouble with him is that he wants to run things too much.