The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mysteryPotter, Robert
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The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mystery
Potter, Robert
Science fiction, Australian
So I said to Jack, “Lower the car a little, then take the steering
gear in hand and let me try to estimate our speed.” He let the car
descend slowly until he could distinguish the trees and other
prominent features of the landscape. Then he took the steering gear
into his own hand and I looked over the side of the car. The forest
was thick in parts, but there were wide spaces of treeless plain; and
we were just passing over a range of hills which I think I am right in
identifying with a range that we had observed at a distance of several
miles when we were among the blacks.
I took particular notice of the larger trees, trying to guess their
distance each from the other and referring to my watch every few
seconds.
“What do you make of it?” said Jack at last, when he had raised the
car to its former height.
“It is hard to fix it,” said I, “but I cannot think that we are
travelling less than twenty-five miles an hour and I should say much
more probably thirty.”
_Wilbraham._ Ah! and how far do you suppose that we have to travel
from the start?
_Easterley._ Say fifteen days passed from our parting with
Mr. Fetherston until we reached the valley, and I am pretty sure we
made an average of thirty miles a day. But of course that was nearly
all westing. I don’t think that our furthest point could be quite as
much as three hundred miles from the wire. I don’t think that your own
estimate can be much out of the way, but we are perhaps a little under
the mark.
_Wilbraham._ Ah! if the figures are right the sum is easy; we ought to
cross the wire about six o’clock.
_Easterley._ Yes, but look here; thirty miles an hour is possibly an
overestimate of our speed; and three hundred miles is possibly an
underestimate of our distance. Besides, we shall not be able to keep
up our present speed. The wind is already falling, and may be against
us in an hour or two. That would knock, say, ten miles an hour off the
rate of speed at which we are now travelling.
_Wilbraham._ It might, but that is another overestimate; we may fairly
reckon on travelling all night at within five miles of our present
rate of speed.
_Easterley._ I suppose so. Nevertheless, the chances are that if we
stop the car about sunrise we shall still be west of the wire. Then
we can lower the car, move north, and watch for the wire, then go
slowly, still eastward, keeping a sharp look-out as we go.
We were now both very tired, and as there were still some hours to
pass before we could expect to get sight of the wire, we agreed to
divide the time till dawn into half-hour watches. Each of us wished
the other to take the first rest, and so we had to settle the dispute
by lot. I told Jack to hide some lozenges, and to let me guess odd or
even. Jack won, but our mode of settling the question was not without
important effects. For Jack said, when he was putting back the
lozenges into his pocket, “By-the-way, I may as well put these with
the others in the car pocket,” and he did so.
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