The Great Airship
"Hold tight all! Don"t move or you will make the platform sway, and then it will be a job to keep your footing. Ah--up we go!"
The cheery individual, who had dropped so suddenly as if from the sky, bringing help to d.i.c.ky and his crew, called out loudly, once he had contrived with their help to cut asunder the lashings that bound the unconscious figure of the man they had come to rescue, and had lifted him aboard the platform which had borne him from aloft. He signalled at once, and then, as we have recorded, the platform shot upward at tremendous speed, while the brilliant light shedding its beams upon them went out of a sudden.
"I"d as soon be aloft in a gale on a dirty dark night, so I would," the bulky Hurst began to grumble, while he clutched at the smooth floor of the platform, and finding no hold there, sought for the edge and gripped it. For all had sunk upon their knees, standing being almost out of the question, and in any case hardly a position to attract any of the company. "There ain"t no sayin" where this here platform ends and where it begins, and if you was to fall where"d you go to!"
"Where? Davy Jones"s locker!" laughed Hawkins, though his hoa.r.s.e tones told how the situation impressed him. "Right slick down to Davy Jones.
Just you quit grumblin", my lad, and get a hold on with your eyebrows."
"Silence, men!" came sharply from d.i.c.ky. The precarious position in which he found himself, his unusual surroundings, and the uncertainty of the future making him quite irritable. "Now, sir, will you kindly explain where you are taking us. And first, let me thank you for turning up just in the nick of time."
"Not at all! Not at all! Delighted to be able to lend a helping hand to some of my own service."
"Navy, sir?" asked d.i.c.ky, though he felt sure of that fact from the very first.
"What else, my lad? Commander Jackson, at present engaged in experimental work."
"Aeronautics?" ventured d.i.c.ky.
"Perhaps; you"ll see. Hold tight! Now that the light has been switched off it makes this platform none too safe. That is, for anyone not a sailor. Ah! They"re slowing down the motor. We"ll be aboard in a jiffy."
Their upward flight had indeed taken but a matter of a minute, and already they were hundreds of feet above the sea. Not that they could tell that for certain. But every one of the rescued crew had the uncomfortable feeling that they were poised high in the air, with but this flimsy platform between them and destruction. However, a few seconds later they became aware of a dull, droning noise, hitherto inaudible, while the speed of their strange lift had slowed considerably.
"Keep your hands off the edge of the platform!" shouted their rescuer.
"Ah! Here we are! Come aboard, Mr. Provost."
The change from darkness to brilliant light was positively stupefying, even more than it had been in the reverse direction. For now, as d.i.c.ky and his crew crouched on the platform, fearful of moving to right or left lest they should lose their footing, there was a gentle b.u.mp, a flooring above their heads lifted, and in an instant they found themselves in a wide gallery blazing with light and occupied by three individuals. Another second and the platform came to a rest on a level with the flooring of this gallery, while a well-groomed, white-headed man stepped forward to greet them.
"Welcome!" he cried. "Well done, Commander Jackson! I was in a fever till I saw you had them all on board. Gentlemen, allow me to welcome you on your arrival."
It was Andrew Provost, well set up, thin and spare, and exceedingly well dressed. More than that it was Andrew Provost with a new light in his eye. He was almost truculent, and none who took the trouble to look at him could doubt the fact that if ever there were a successful and a contented man it was Andrew Provost.
"Permit me," he said, "to introduce my nephew, Mr. Joseph Gresson, the inventor and builder of this wonderful ship. Step in, gentlemen, and let us provide you with dry clothing and refreshment."
"And allow me to introduce Mr. Midshipman Hamshaw," cried Commander Jackson, beaming upon the party. "Now, Mr. Provost, I think we had better do something for this poor fellow who was lashed to the waterplane. Let Alec take care of our guests for the moment."
"Alec! Alec! Of course; where is the fellow? Ah! There you are! Come here, sir," cried Andrew, in mock tones of severity, beckoning to a youth who till now had stood in the background. "This is Mr. Midshipman Hamshaw, in command of the rescued party. Take him along to your cabin and provide him with clothes. Hand the six men over to Sergeant Evans, and ask him to see at once to their wants. There! I leave it to you.
We"ll see what can be done for this poor fellow."
With his head still in a curious whirl, and his eyes turning from one strange object to another d.i.c.ky obediently followed the young fellow who had just been introduced as Alec, while Hawkins and the remainder of the crew stepped along the curiously smooth, elastic floor of the gallery after them. They reached a door, opened it and pa.s.sed through, finding themselves in a second wide gallery. But this was different from the other; for it had doors on either side, while a railed-in square of flooring near the centre showed a hatchway, leading by a shallow flight of steps to a deck below, from which came the low hum of a motor.
"Sergeant Evans!" shouted Alec, and repeated the call.
"Here, sir!"
One of the many doors opened, and a tall, soldierly man appeared dressed in the smart livery of a mess waiter. "Got something hot, sir," he said brusquely. "I guessed food would be wanted, and so I set the cook to work to prepare it. But they"re wet, sir."
He nodded to the young naval officer and his men, and looked at them with interest.
"Drenched," said Alec. "Pa.s.s the men along to Peters. Tell him to ferret out clothing for "em, and give "em a meal. I"ll take the officer to my cabin, and we"ll be in the saloon in five minutes."
The sergeant went off at once along the gallery, motioning to Hawkins and his comrades to follow; while Alec dived in through an adjacent door and ushered d.i.c.ky into as nice a cabin as he had ever seen. Indeed, it contrasted more than favourably with his own quarters aboard the vessel from which he had so recently parted. It was flooded with light from a couple of electric burners, and heated by a stove fitted in the far corner which was also operated by electricity. There were pictures on the walls, secured in a manner which he had never observed before, while the walls themselves were of a milky-white colour.
"Sit down over here," cried Alec, doing the honours with obvious pride.
"You see, this cabin communicates with the next, and there"s a common bathroom. That"ll be the place in which to pull off your wet togs. Hop into a hot bath as soon as you"ve got "em off. By then I"ll have a complete rig-out for you. We"re about the same height and size, eh?"
He had been looking his guest up and down sharply, admiring his uniform, in spite of its drenched condition. And short though his scrutiny had been Alec had come to the conclusion that Mr. Midshipman Hamshaw was a right good fellow. As for d.i.c.ky himself, the novelty of his surroundings and the strange adventure through which he had pa.s.sed had altogether kept his attention from his new comrade. He had merely noticed that Alec was a straight, active-looking fellow, with a pleasant smile and a jolly manner about him. Now, as he thanked him for his kind attention he gave the young man a quick, frank glance, which missed very little.
"I say, thanks awfully," he began. "What"s--what"s your other name?"
"Jardine--Alec Jardine. But Alec"s good enough. Yours is Hamshaw, isn"t it, d.i.c.ky?"
"Yes, d.i.c.ky," grinned the midshipman. "It"s stuck to me ever since I was at Osborne. I hate it, I can tell you. Makes one think one is a girl.
It"s an awful nuisance looking so frightfully young, ain"t it?"
They could condole with one another there, for Alec Jardine suffered from the same infliction. To be precise, he was within two months of the midshipman"s age, no longer a boy, and not yet a man. And as is often enough the case with youth, he resented the position, found his age embarra.s.sing, and his obvious juvenility a nuisance to say the least of it. But he did not allow it to damp his good spirits.
"We"ll get over it, that"s one good thing," he laughed. "I say, this is simply a ripping ship. You"ll have an eye opener. But pull those togs off; I was thinking that mine would about fit you."
"To a T. Tell me about the ship--an airship I suppose? Something like a Zeppelin?"
"A Zeppelin! Why, that type of ship can"t hold a candle to this one!"
declared Alec loftily. "I"ve seen "em. They"re fine to look at, fast, and have big lifting capacity. But see how they behave. Let it blow just a little hard, and they"re done for, that is if they happen to be outside their sheds and run out of petrol. It"s only a week or more ago since one of them lost her way in a fog, ran out of spirit, and was forced to descend. She dropped into the hands of the French, my boy, and they soon had every one of her cherished secrets laid bare. Don"t you make any mistake. This ship"s not a Zeppelin. She"s in a different street; she"s just splendid."
The unstinted praise of a vessel with which he was as yet unacquainted whetted d.i.c.ky"s appet.i.te for a complete inspection. But not yet. He was wet and cold, and decidedly hungry. The news that Sergeant Evans had imparted had made his mouth water. d.i.c.ky reminded himself that there was a hot meal in prospect, and so that it might not be delayed he dragged off his wet clothes, and immersed himself in a bath of steaming hot water that Alec had made ready for him. In about ten minutes he announced that he was fully dressed.
"And as hungry as a hunter," he told his new friend. "You wait and try the same experience. I was almost in our gunroom. In any case I could tell you what we were to have for dinner, because in a ship you can"t keep all galley smells away from your messroom. Then they pa.s.sed the word for Mr. Hamshaw. Of course I had to go, leaving the other fellows to sit down to a meal which I really wanted. An hour"s steaming made me ravenous, and then came our ducking. I say, lead the way there"s a good fellow. But I"d like to see my men before I take a bite myself. Eh?"
"Quite right. Look to your command first, then to number one. Follow down the pa.s.sage."
Dressed in Alec"s clothing, and looking spruce and smart, d.i.c.ky followed his friend down the gallery, through the door by which Hawkins and his comrades had departed, and so into the quarters of the crew of this strange vessel. Nor did there seem to be need for anxiety for the welfare of the gallant fellows who had accompanied him upon the steam pinnace. Already they were changed and dressed in clothing hurriedly dragged from lockers. Surrounded by swinging bunks on either side, with one huge electric lamp shedding its light upon them, they were seated about a long table with half a dozen strangers amongst them.
"All aboard and comfortable, sir," grinned Hawkins, standing as his officer appeared. "We"ve fallen amongst friends, and liberal ones too, sir."
"And have got a meal here what ain"t supplied every day of the week by the Admiralty, sir," gurgled Hurst. "Not by a long way."
d.i.c.ky grinned his delight; and then, suddenly recollecting that it was not exactly the thing for an officer to listen to what might be construed as abuse of the Admiralty, he turned on his heel and motioned to Alec to lead the way.
"And you mean to tell me that we"re high up in the air, floating in s.p.a.ce!" he cried.
"One moment. Here we are--three thousand two hundred feet up," said Alec, stopping just outside the door of the men"s quarters to inspect a barometer affixed to the wall. "That high enough?"
d.i.c.ky was at once conscious of a creepy feeling down his back. "What!"
he gasped. "Three thousand feet?"
"Every inch of it. As safe as if you were on land; safer, perhaps, because you never know what"s going to pa.s.s overhead nowadays, do you?