human
I thought you were done, Benny, old boy. I heard the engine down the valley, and thought you’d miss us. How did you manage it? How did you do it, old fellow?
gpt
That’s what I’m asking myself, Jack. I must have done it, or these people wouldn’t be making such a noise. Luck, I suppose. I thought I was a good ten miles from the place when I came down. Well, I suppose I wasn’t, and that’s all.
human
It’s not all by a long way, Benny. You flew right over our heads just as though you were making a bee line. Not that it mattered. What you had to do was to get back to the starting-point, and here you are. Come and warm yourself, old boy. You’re stiff with the cold.
gpt
Never was so cold in all my life, Jack. You could cut me up in lengths, if you liked! I’ve had a hard time, old boy—a d——d hard time! And now it’s over, eh? Well, that’s something; and if none of you mind, I think I’ll go to bed for a spell. Dr. Orange would prescribe that, I know. Just a snooze, doctor, eh, and a drop of something warm!