human
Hm! grunted the Master contemptuously.
gpt
Fools! Well--there'll be no alcohol aboard this craft!
human
Shall we stow the gear in our cabins?
gpt
Not yet, answered the Master, glancing at the chronometer that hung beside the air-rules.
human
Time enough to get settled, later. Every second counts, now. We're due to start in seven minutes, you know. Rrisa will attend to all this. We three have got to be getting forward to the pilot-house.
gpt
Let's have some air in here, anyhow, said he, turning toward one of the windows.
human
This place is damned hot!
gpt
We'll need all the heat, soon, the Master commented.
human
At a few thousand feet, the engine-exhaust through those radiators won't be any too much. Forward!