human
Can't--can't make it,
gpt
You ought to know, exclaimed Vincent almost savagely.
human
You were the one who insisted on using it when we were making up our plans.
gpt
Six hundred? Oh, yes, Alfred said indifferently.
human
Well, what of it?
gpt
Just this much of it, said Vincent thoughtfully.
human
I've been going over and over it in my mind the last little while. What if we send out our S. O. S. now and some selfish landlubber such as we were is talking about matters of little importance and muddles our message? We might be left to drown.
gpt
Aw, can that sob stuff, grumbled Alfred angrily.
human
Are you going to send that S. O. S. or am I?
gpt
I will, said Vincent, preparing to climb to a position on the plane above him where the radiophone was located.
human
But --he suddenly began to sway dizzily--