human
This must decide us! said I.
gpt
We must fix on one of two courses: endeavour to launch the ship by blowing up the ice, or turn to and rig up the best arrangement we can contrive and put to sea.
human
Yes, he answered, scowling as he darted his enraged eyes over the ice.
gpt
Better set a slow match in the magazine and drink ourselves senseless, and so blow ourselves to hell, than linger here in the hope that this continent will dissolve and release us. Where's Mendoza's body?
human
It was there. Where it is now I know not.
gpt
Let us return! the powder-barrels must have the first chance.