Outside there was a going to and fro of feet, a sound of distant bugles suddenly taken up and echoed close at hand, men called out in loud tones short, sharp, seemingly vital things, and were answered distantly. A bell jangled, and feet went down the corridor. Then came a stillness more distracting than sound, and then a great gurgling and rushing and splashing of water. The young man's eyebrows lifted. He hesitated, and dashed out of the room. Presently came a stupendous bang to vary the noises without, then a distant cheering. The young man re-appeared.
"They're running the water out of the ballonette already.""What water?" asked Bert.
"The water that anchored us. Artful dodge. Eh?"Bert tried to take it in.
"Of course!" said the compact young man. "You don't understand."A gentle quivering crept upon Bert's senses. "That's the engine,"said the compact young man approvingly. "Now we shan't be long."Another long listening interval.
The cabin swayed. "By Jove! we're starting already;" he cried.
"We're starting!"
"Starting!" cried Bert, sitting up. "Where?"But the young man was out of the room again. There were noises of German in the passage, and other nerve-shaking sounds.
The swaying increased. The young man reappeared. "We're off, right enough!""I say!", said Bert, "where are we starting? I wish you'd explain. What's this place? I don't understand.""What!" cried the young man, "you don't understand?""No. I'm 'all dazed-like from that crack on the nob I got.
Where ARE we? WHERE are we starting?"
"Don't you know where you are--what this is?""Not a bit of it! What's all the swaying and the row?""What a lark!" cried the young man. "I say! What a thundering lark! Don't you know? We're off to America, and you haven't realised. You've just caught us by a neck. You're on the blessed old flagship with the Prince. You won't miss anything.
Whatever's on, you bet the Vaterland will be there.""Us!--off to America?"
"Ra--ther!
"In an airship?"
"What do YOU think?"
"Me! going to America on an airship! After that balloon! 'Ere!
I say--I don't want to go! I want to walk about on my legs. Let me get out! I didn't understand."He made a dive for the door.
The young man arrested Bert with a gesture, took hold of a strap, lifted up a panel in the padded wall, and a window appeared.
"Look!" he said. Side by side they looked out.
"Gaw!" said Bert. "We're going up!"
"We are!" said the young man, cheerfully; "fast!"They were rising in the air smoothly and quietly, and moving slowly to the throb of the engine athwart the aeronautic park.
Down below it stretched, dimly geometrical in the darkness, picked out at regular intervals by glow-worm spangles of light.
One black gap in the long line of grey, round-backed airships marked the position from which the Vaterland had come. Beside it a second monster now rose softly, released from its bonds and cables into the air. Then, taking a beautifully exact distance, a third ascended, and then a fourth.
"Too late, Mr. Butteridge!" the young man remarked. "We're off!
I daresay it is a bit of a shock to you, but there you are! The Prince said you'd have to come.""Look 'ere, " said Bert. "I really am dazed. What's this thing?
Where are we going?"
"This, Mr. Butteridge," said the young man, taking pains to be explicit, "is an airship. It's the flagship of Prince Karl Albert. This is the German air-fleet, and it is going over to America, to give that spirited people 'what for.' The only thing we were at all uneasy about was your invention. And here you are!""But!--you a German?" asked Bert.
"Lieutenant Kurt. Luft-lieutenant Kurt, at your service.""But you speak English!"
"Mother was English--went to school in England. Afterwards, Rhodes scholar. German none the less for that. Detailed for the present, Mr. Butteridge, to look after you. You're shaken by your fall. It's all right, really. They're going to buy your machine and everything. You sit down, and take it quite calmly.
You'll soon get the hang of the position."
4Bert sat down on the locker, collecting his mind, and the young man talked to him about the airship.
He was really a very tactful young man indeed, in a natural sort of way. "Daresay all this is new to you," he said; "not your sort of machine. These cabins aren't half bad."He got up and walked round the little apartment, showing its points.
"Here is the bed," he said, whipping down a couch from the wall and throwing it back again with a click. "Here are toilet things," and he opened a neatly arranged cupboard. "Not much washing. No water we've got; no water at all except for drinking. No baths or anything until we get to America and land.
Rub over with loofah. One pint of hot for shaving. That's all.
In the locker below you are rugs and blankets; you will need them presently. They say it gets cold. I don't know. Never been up before. Except a little work with gliders--which is mostly going down. Three-quarters of the chaps in the fleet haven't. Here's a folding-chair and table behind the door. Compact, eh?"He took the chair and balanced it on his little finger. "Pretty light, eh? Aluminium and magnesium alloy and a vacuum inside.
All these cushions stuffed with hydrogen. Foxy! The whole ship's like that. And not a man in the fleet, except the Prince and one or two others, over eleven stone. Couldn't sweat the Prince, you know. We'll go all over the thing to-morrow. I'm frightfully keen on it."He beamed at Bert. "You DO look young," he remarked. "I always thought you'd be an old man with a beard--a sort of philosopher.
I don't know why one should expect clever people always to be old. I do."Bert parried that compliment a little awkwardly, and then the lieutenant was struck with the riddle why Herr Butteridge had not come in his own flying machine.
"It's a long story," said Bert. "Look here!" he said abruptly, "I wish you'd lend me a pair of slippers, or something. I'm regular sick of these sandals. They're rotten things. I've been trying them for a friend.""Right O!"
