human
We don't want all these fools, said his friend.
gpt
They only crowd up and spoil shots. What are they after?
human
Ssh!--they're shouting something.
gpt
They're putting it on the carrier--that's what they're after.
human
What's the good? said his friend.
gpt
We've got no aeronauts.
human
That's what they're doing anyhow. He looked at his rifle, looked at the struggling crowd, and suddenly turned to the wounded man.
gpt
Mind these, mate,