human
Aw, let's give it up and get back, said Vincent downheartedly.
gpt
It's not here. Probably that old map-maker made a mistake of a trifling hundred miles or so.
human
That's a grand idea! exclaimed Brightwood, grasping at a straw.
gpt
Not a hundred miles but perhaps thirty or forty miles. Old boy, we'll be cooking lunch on a stove of pure gold in half an hour. You'll see! Just get your light fixed right and I'll take a wider circle. That'll get it.
human
But if we use up much more gas we won't get back to land,
gpt
Land! Who wants to get back to land! the other exploded.
human
If worst comes to worst we've got the wireless, haven't we? We can light on the water and send out an S. O. S., can't we? I must say you're a mighty bum sailor.
gpt
Oh, all right, said Vincent, stung into silence,