That young gentleman was stretched full length at the foot of the ladder leading from the engine-room, and at once d.i.c.k stepped toward him and secured the mouthpiece of his oxygen apparatus to his face.
"Can"t do more," he thought. "Wish I could. George! Joe don"t seem too bright. He"s as green as gra.s.s, and, "pon my word, he"s falling."
He was just in time to catch the leader of this attempt upon a world"s record and s.n.a.t.c.h him from the engines. Catching him in his arms he sat him down with his back against the wall of the engine-room. Then, quite by the merest chance, he caught a glimpse of his own reflection in that same square piece of looking-gla.s.s.
"My hat! Dusky as a n.i.g.g.e.r! But never felt better in my life. Oxygen seems to agree with me, but not with my lovely complexion. Now, what the blazes is a fellow to do? This is a corker."
It was worse than that, for not only was the ship in danger of destruction, but without a doubt were her position at that alt.i.tude maintained, every soul aboard would be asphyxiated or frozen to death.
d.i.c.k cast his eye at the barometer.
"Twenty-nine thousand feet. Dead level with the summit of the mountain,"
he reflected. "And ain"t she rolling, just?"
That, too, was an obvious fact; for, relieved of the weight of the water which had filled her tanks, and which, like the engines, were disposed at the very lowest point possible, the ship now appeared to be a trifle top-heavy. In any case, she careened badly, swaying from side to side, till her decks presented steep slopes down which the figures of helpless members of her crew slithered. Yes, it was an ugly and distressing sight, for that loss of weight, and the fact that her elevating screws would not grip the air, had made the ship unstable in a fore-and-aft direction. To d.i.c.k"s horror she began a new series of movements. The gust outside freshened of a sudden, just as gales do spring up at the height at which they floated, and at once the giant machine was swung round as if she were a top. Then she rolled heavily, till it was only by clutching at the rails about the motors that he escaped being thrown into them. Later she suddenly careened in the opposite direction, and hoisting her stern on high, projected her crew down the whole length of the gallery so that they were brought up against a distant bulkhead. Nor was that the last of her disconcerting gyrations. The breeze freshened again, till within a minute a whirlwind was singing and screaming outside. It caught the framework of the ship as if she were a leaf, and now that she was lying out of the horizontal, and Joe"s curious design was therefore almost inoperable, it swung her to one side and sent her heading madly for the snow and rock-strewn summit of the mountain. d.i.c.k held his small remaining breath as the vessel bore down upon that rocky peak, and shivered as she missed it by a narrow margin.
"A miss is as good as a mile, sir," someone shouted in his ear, as if the person were a mile away. But d.i.c.k was deaf. His ears were singing and roaring, and when he let go his hold of the engine rails he was dreadfully giddy. But, in spite of his deafness, he was able to note two other things. The engine had stopped completely, no doubt because of the position of the ship, the fuel supply having been entirely cut off. Then Hawkins was beside him, not the Hawkins of old, with a clean-shaven face tanned to mahogany by exposure, but a sailor whose skin was of leaden hue, whose eyes were sunken and had lost their sparkle, whose shoulders stooped as if he found it hard to keep upright In other respects it was the old Hawkins.
"Orders, sir!" he bawled, whipping his mouthpiece aside for the moment.
"This here"s a fine old mess!"
"Must get those gas valves open and the engines started again. Here,"
d.i.c.k gasped in answer. "Make this cylinder fast to my shoulders. It"s too loose for my liking. There"s a bit of rope yonder. That"ll do it.
Quick!"
He had no breath for more; but Hawkins seemed to see his meaning in an instant, and soon had the cylinder of oxygen more secure on d.i.c.k"s back.
Then, with a dexterity which even this critical situation could not mar, he secured his own cylinder in similar manner. d.i.c.k gripped a hammer.
Hawkins took a huge spanner.
"Now," said our hero. "We must get to the upper deck. Then start in the centre, each going in opposite directions. Force open every other valve. Even if you have to smash them to pieces you must contrive to open them. Come--no time to be lost."
His orders were given in short gasping spurts. But Hawkins understood and nodded. Then they clambered over the bodies of their comrades, won their way up the engine ladder, and raced as fast as they could along the gallery. Not that the pace was great, for each step seemed to be an effort. They gained the liftway, and stared upward.
"No motor working. Must climb," d.i.c.k managed to gasp. "Up we go."
He felt as if his heart would burst long before he gained the upper deck. That organ was indeed thudding heavily against his ribs, while the veins in his forehead, on his hands and face, were distended and purple.
But there was pluck and determination to drive Mr. d.i.c.ky Hamshaw onward, while Hawkins was not the man to be beaten by an officer or to leave one in the lurch. And so, after a struggle which cost them dear, they won their way to the summit of that tiresome and never-ending ladder. A minute later, almost too fatigued to deliver a blow, they attacked the valves affixed to each of the many gas chambers, beginning with those at the centre.
"Frozen hard as rocks. Deck covered with frost and ice. The weight"ll be an advantage. But how are we to get these valves open?"
It was difficult enough under that white covering to detect their presence, though, fortunately for all, both d.i.c.k and Hawkins had more than once examined the valves. Now they set to work with hammer and spanner, breaking away the coating of ice, and smashing the firm joint which the intense cold had formed round each seating. It was with a shrill, half-stifled cry of delight that d.i.c.k contrived to free the first of the valves.
"Wide open. Can smell the gas coming out," he told himself. "That"ll fix her. A few more will do the trick. Wish to goodness she"d remain level."
Something shot past him at terrible speed, and brought up hard against the rail at the edge of the deck. It was Hawkins, pitched from his feet by a sudden lurch of the vessel, and saved from a dreadful dive into s.p.a.ce by the rail against which he had cannoned. A second later his unconscious figure came hurtling back, and but for the grip d.i.c.k managed to fasten on him he would have shot over the side of the vessel in the opposite direction.
"Must go on alone, that"s all," d.i.c.k told himself stubbornly. "Big job, but got to be done. I"ll place Hawkins in the entrance to the liftway."
He dragged the unconscious figure after him, helped not a little by a sudden tilting of the vessel. Then, stowing him in a corner from which he hoped he would not be dislodged, he raced along the deck again, himself took a header as the deck sloped steeply, caught a stanchion to which one of the wireless supports was attached, and a moment later was beating frantically at a second valve. In ten busy minutes, in fact, he contrived to release no fewer than five, and had the satisfaction of smelling the gas which at once poured out of them. More than that, a glance at the summit of the mountain showed him that the ship had fallen already. She was resting just a trifle above that wet, cold blanket which enveloped the central part.
"And a chap feels less blown than before," thought d.i.c.k. "That"s satisfactory. Now for the engines. Must get "em going and way on the ship, for this gale is playing the d.i.c.kens with her."
It was a way of expressing his meaning, and indeed, even now that he had accomplished his purpose so bravely, his work was likely enough to be defeated by outside influences. For the whirlwind had not abated, and three times while d.i.c.k worked had the ship been swept past the slopes of Mount Everest, at such speed that, had she struck, she would have crumpled up like a concertina. Now she was caught again, spun round like a top, sent twirling from the mountain, only to be driven back again till her bows actually collided with one of the slopes. But it was only a glancing blow, and the snow happened to be both soft and deep.
Shivering, therefore, at the shock, she shook herself free, and shot off into the open.
As for d.i.c.k, he raced to the deck below, his respiration already decidedly easier. Stepping over the still unconscious figures of his comrades, he gained the engine-room and tackled the task of starting the engines.
"Must get way on her somehow," he told himself. "Let"s see--engines stopped probably because of her pitching. You couldn"t expect fuel to reach the carburettor when she was standing on her head. Wait a bit, I"ll cure all that if once I can get those elevating screws going. How"s that? Joe always turns that tap to make sure his fuel"s flowing. There"s paraffin there right enough. Now, will she start?"
He switched on the current from the starting batteries, setting the electric starting motor in action, and then moved the clutch lever, which threw this motor into engagement with the flywheel of the engine.
Nothing resulted. Not a cylinder fired. There was not so much as the suspicion of an explosion. One might have expected d.i.c.ky Hamshaw to be flabbergasted and beaten by such a happening, and as a matter of fact he leaned against the engine rail and gazed hopelessly at the apparatus before him. Then he had a brilliant inspiration. They didn"t often come his way, we confess. He was far too harum-scarum for flights of fancy or for patient investigation. But in his heart of hearts d.i.c.ky was quite the mechanic. As we have intimated, he hoped one of these days to be selected for submarine service, or for the naval flying school.
Therefore it happened that facts and peculiarities about the mechanism of this huge airship had not escaped his notice. Indeed, they had attracted his attention and positively fascinated him. It happened, consequently, that he was well acquainted with the carburation.
"Got it!" he cried. "It ain"t a case of a simple carburettor. In this case the fuel enters the carburettor, and to start the engines if cold, or when they"ve been rested for long, one has to fill the gasometer with gas. That"s the ticket! I"ve seen Joe and the engineer making preparations. We just operate this geared fan, and force air through the carburettor. There it goes, and the gasometer"s rising. I"ll give it a little more and then try her. Afterwards the running engine automatically pumps air. Now. How"s that for done it?"
He switched the current in again, and moved over the clutch lever of the starter. The engine spun round immediately, spluttered in one or more cylinders, backfired once, thereby throwing the starter out of action; and then, when d.i.c.k again pushed his lever over relentlessly, the engine fired, and went off at a speed that made the whole engine-room tremble.
d.i.c.k shouted. Or rather, he tried to shout, the mouthpiece and his own want of breath preventing much noise coming from him. His eyes sparkled.
He actually danced, and then became very solemn. For after all the fate of his comrades and of this fine vessel still rested entirely in his two hands. Yes, entirely, for a glance along the gallery told him that not one of his friends was yet conscious.
"Set her going then. Wait--what"s the elevation? Jingo--we"ve come down to twenty-two thousand feet. That"s something; wish we weren"t in this cloud though. It makes a fellow wonder which way he ought to steer. Ah, there go the elevator fans!"
He could hear them whirring, and looked up at the barometer. The ship was rising, and with a gesture of disgust he realized that he had set the elevators working in the wrong direction. Instantly he reversed them, and presently had the satisfaction of seeing that the vessel was descending. Then he started up the ship"s propeller, and soon had her moving, but very cautiously; for the damp, white cloud hid everything.
Indeed, he was within an ace of wrecking the vessel, and, but for a quick twist of his wrist and a sudden acceleration of his motor, he would have driven the airship against a rocky headland standing out from the mountain.
"A miss is as good as a mile," he grinned. "Oh, shan"t I be jolly glad to get away from this Mount Everest? Not much!--not "alf, as Hawkins would say. Anyway, that peep gave me the right direction. Now, I"ll take her along at speed, and get clear out into the open."
"Eighteen thousand feet--what"s happened?" the question came in weak tones from Joe Gresson. d.i.c.k nodded cheerfully at him. He had discarded his oxygen mouthpiece, though the cylinder was still slung to his back.
"You sit still," he shouted. "We"re falling, and mighty quick now, I fancy. Stay there till you"re feeling yourself, and then come and advise me. We"re over on the Tibet side of the Himalayas, and I"m looking out for a landing."
One by one, as the ship descended, the unconscious crew regained their senses, and for the most part looked about them in the most bewildered manner. For they were piled indiscriminately about the gallery, crew and pa.s.sengers mixed together inextricably. Nor had they entirely escaped damage, as might well be expected. Some were severely bruised by the manner in which the sloping deck had caused them to slide, while Larkin was quite angry. He was fully conscious, and had just dragged himself from beneath the somewhat ponderous frame of the grinning Hurst.
His nose was bleeding, as was the case with many of them; but that was not the cause of his agitation. One eye was closed, and the cheek beneath beautifully swollen.
"Of all the mean tricks," he was growling, "of all the mean, dirty games to play on a fellow when he"s fallen, this is it. What do yer mean, young feller?"
But Hurst still grinned placidly at him. He was, to speak the truth, barely more than semi-conscious. A delicious feeling of fatigue a.s.sailed him, and had he had his own way he would have lain there in the pa.s.sage and fallen into a sound slumber. That is, as soon as he had finished with Private Larkin. He was sleepily admiring that hero at this precise moment. He didn"t exactly know how it was that he and the n.o.ble Larkin had become so mixed up together. Perhaps they had been for a spree ash.o.r.e, and here was the consequence. But this his addled senses could take in, and it afforded him huge amus.e.m.e.nt--Private Larkin"s none too handsome face was swollen to the proportions of a pumpkin, and the distension beneath that eye was as green as possible. There remained but one orb then, a staring orb, which had fastened itself indignantly, even threateningly, upon the sailor, moreover Hurst could tell that it was the one that habitually squinted. What wonder that he could not take the angry Larkin seriously?
"If you don"t look handsome, not "arf," he interjected. "Jest you get movin" on yer two flat feet and take a squint at yer phiz in that there mirror. You"ll see a sight there that"ll scare yer. No, no! I ain"t asking you to look away in the corner. The mirror"s there, above yer ugly head, and lor, you just take care that you don"t go right off and crack it."
The situation was becoming a little strained before the Major pulled himself together, helped the Commander to his feet, and separated the two who had been speaking. Then they went to Mr. Andrew, whom they found soundly asleep, breathing as gently as any child, and undoubtedly unharmed by his late experience. Joe, too, was on his feet now, while Hawkins had put in an appearance.
"I"m owin" one more to Mr. d.i.c.ky," he told his chums, as they cl.u.s.tered in the gallery and eagerly discussed this late happening. "I just did the most almighty skid you could dream of. I can remember the ship rolling and sending me quick right across to the railing. Then I slid back again, and I can feel now the grip that Mr. d.i.c.ky got of my collar.
After that there was darkness, till of a sudden my eyes opened. Bless you, lads, that there Mr. Midshipman Hamshaw has saved the whole sitivation; by hisself he"s done it. And if it hadn"t ha" been for him, and his pluck, and what not, there wouldn"t be a airship now, no, nor any of us covies. Larkin, you ain"t called for to speak. I know what you was thinkin" of saying. That Mr. Alec"d have been as good. I agrees, so the wind"s taken completely out of your sails, and there ain"t no call for an argument. But though he"d have had the pluck, he didn"t have the senses. It takes a hard chap to stand what we"ve been through.
Understand me, lad; it takes a sailor--now, just you stop jawin"."
It was merely a pa.s.sing pleasantry between the two services, and the pugnacious Larkin perforce closed his lips and sulked for a moment. But it was only for a moment; for within a little while the crew were gathered in their own quarters partaking of their evening meal, and so preparing themselves for the hard work now expected of them. In the saloon Mr. Andrew and his friends gathered about the table, while Sergeant Evans waited upon them as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, and as if it were a mere uninteresting item in the day"s performance that he himself, but two hours earlier, had been stretched senseless in his own pantry, his face a dusky blue, his nose and ears bleeding, and his pulse beating at a pace which would have alarmed the most hopeful of pract.i.tioners.
But if he said nothing, Andrew and Joe and their guests were full of praise of d.i.c.ky Hamshaw.