human
Was it from the professor?
gpt
Yes, he is in for a bad time, I fear, replied the Rittmeister.
human
He will not be able to communicate again for some time.
gpt
What is the matter?
human
Why, Keane and Sharpe are on his track again. You know the rascals; they were secret service pilots and spies during the war, and now they are scout pilots in the British aerial police. They’re the left-hand and the right hand of that confounded Tempest, the little tin god at Scotland Yard, and the brains of the aerial police.
gpt
Himmel! I hope he can outwit them, exclaimed Carl.
human
They’re keen birds, both of them, and they have some exploits to their credit.
gpt
If he can’t, then the length of our existence is the capacity of those remaining eight cylinders of uranis,
human
And the length of the rope round our necks as well,