human
Whew! he sputtered.
gpt
Going to be rotten. Tell you what, I don't like it. Dangerous, I'd say!
human
Nothing's dangerous, smiled Curlie, greatly pleased to see that someone at least was more disturbed than himself.
gpt
Nothing's really dangerous since the invention of the radiophone. Ocean, desert, Arctic wilderness; it's all the same. Sick, lost, shipwrecked? All you've got to do is keep your head clear and your radiophone dry and tuned up. It'll find you a way out.
human
Yes, but, hesitated Joe,
gpt
he grunted contemptuously.
human
That for your radiophone! He snapped his finger.
gpt
And that for your old sloppy ocean! Give me a square yard of good old terra firma and I'll get along without all your modern inventions.
human
It can be done, though,
gpt
What can?
human
Radiophone kept dry after a wreck at sea.
gpt
How?
human
Take this and listen in. He rose stiffly.
gpt
This business is getting on my nerves. I've got to get out for a breath of splendid fresh sea breeze.
human
Nerves? said Joe incredulously.
gpt
You got nerves?
human
Sometimes. Just now I have.