human
I am marooned on island in Lake of Thousand Isles. I landed here from a motor boat with wireless outfit. Lake thieves stole my boat and left me here with outfit and little food. Will starve in few days if I don't get help. My call is V A X.
gpt
Cracky! exclaimed Bud excitedly.
human
Isn't that a thriller! He's an amateur and in trouble. We're in honor bound to help him.
gpt
How? demanded Cub derisively.
human
What can we do here nearly two hundred miles away from him?
gpt
We might get word to some police or lake patrol that'll go and take him off,
human
He's a Canadian, objected Cub.
gpt
Didn't you get his Canadian call? We'd have the time of our life getting a Government station to pay any attention to us hams. But listen, somebody's calling him.
human
Oh, come off, you can't get by with that Robinson Crusoe stuff in this twentieth century, he
gpt
with all the pep he could put into his spark.
human
Some joke you're trying to play. What kind of publicity stunt is this, anyway?
gpt
No publicity, was
human
Crusoe's reply.
gpt
I'll starve if I don't get help. You're doing your best to kill me. Keep out, I won't talk to you any more.
human
I will not keep out, declared the other.
gpt
You're an imposter. I'm protecting the public.
human
Whew! ejaculated Cub, wiping his brow and snapping over the aerial switch.
gpt
I'm going to find out something about this.