human
Particularly Perk, that part describing a splendid landing-field some miles distant, where we could drop down safely, and without getting close enough to the haunt for sharp ears to catch the noise of a ship's exhaust.
gpt
Wust thing 'bout human bloodhounds huntin' their prey in a bus--never will seem right to me 'til they fix things so's we kin creep up on aour prey without tellin' the hull world a airplane is somewhere 'round. Think that happy day ever will come, Jack?
human
Sure it will, Perk, and we'll see it to--if it so happens we haven't already crashed, and gone west. Why not, when such wonderful advances are being made in aviation circles every moon. Right now we're doing a lot of amazing stunts with our ships that were never dreamed of five years ago. Anything is possible, now they've got started taking to the air.
gpt
Huh! it was time all right, grunted Perk;
human
I had the last word from the weather man, Jack went on to add;
gpt
Storm agoin' to hold us up, mebbe naow, partner?
human
N--no, not quite that bad; but there are reports of a nasty field of fog gathering in the direction of the mountains far back from the coast; but we'll have to take our chances, now we're fixed for the jump--it may not turn out as bad as they reckon on. Let's get ready to slip off, Perk.