human
Where are you going?
gpt
Down to the officers' quarters to get a sextant or a quadrant. I found that book on navigation in the pilot-house, but I need the instrument, and a nautical almanac. That is as far as my studies have progressed.
human
You stay out of the officers' quarters, said Jenkins.
gpt
There's a man there who'll eat you alive if you show yourself. You want a sextant and nautical almanac. Anything else?
human
That is all.
gpt
I'll get them, and, remember, you and the rest are to stay away from the after end of the boat.
human
Eat me alive? We'll see.
gpt
Say, he grumbled,
human
Short oil? queried Forsythe.
gpt
Do you mean that----
human
I mean that the oil won't last but a day longer. We've been storming along at forty knots, and eating up oil. What'll we do?
gpt
God knows, answered Forsythe, reflectively.
human
Without oil, we stop--in mid-ocean. What then?
gpt
What then? queried Riley.
human
Well, before then we must hold up some craft and get the oil--also grub and water, if I guess right. This bunch is hard on the commissary.
gpt
Riley, said Forsythe, impressively,
human
Yes; if you can bring that big chump to terms.
gpt
All right. Talk to your partners. Something must be done--and he can't do it. Wait a little.
human
Just about one week's whack o' grub and water left. We'll have to go on an allowance.
gpt
One week's grub left? asked Forsythe.
human
Sure o' that, Daniels?
gpt
Surest thing you know. Plenty o' beans and hard-tack; but who wants beans and hard-tack?
human
Have you spoken to Jenkins about it?
gpt
No, but we meant to. Something's got to be done. Where is he now?
human
Down aft, said Forsythe, reflectively.
gpt
What's keeping him?
human
Come aft with me, Daniels, he said.
gpt
Let's find out what's doing.