"You've hit it first time, my lad. For every day of good hard, honest
toil they'll get fifteen minutes' excitement round the harbor. And I'll
stake my last farthing that when they know, we shall be simply besieged
with applicants for jobs."
I began divesting myself of my unnecessary and encumbering garments.
"You're a genius!" I said, as I scrambled aboard. "Let her rip!"
The contrivance on which I managed to secure a perilous foothold was
a rough, heart-shaped raft, with a long, narrow, rectangular hole cut
between the bows. It was through this hole that the water presently
began shooting upwards and backwards in a deliciously cool spray. The
engine--taken from an old petrol launch which Gran'pa had bought a few
days previously at Libreville--was encased in a water-tight covering
made of aeroplane fabric stretched over a metal framework. Between this
and the rudder was a vertical board which could be alternately lowered
into and raised out of the water, this giving our craft the motion of a
greyhound leaping in the chase. One maintained (or tried to maintain)
one's balance by standing with the feet well apart and clutching a
couple of the half dozen ropes fastened at one end to the deck.
Bathed in sunshine and falling water, Gran'pa and I shot outwards into
the little blue bay, where he began frisking and seesawing, to the
immense enjoyment of ourselves and the spectators. They lined the beach
in hundreds, and shouted themselves hoarse with glee (and envy!).
"Like it, George?" cried Gran'pa, as we playfully leapt half out of the
water.
"Rather! Why even I would do a day's work for a joy-ride like this
every afternoon!"
We slowed down and picked up Croft and Stringer. But with four of us
aboard the thing became top-heavy and cumbersome. So we made for land.
There, Gran'pa explained to the crowding and excited negroes the new
system of payment for labor; and, as a proof of good faith (and an
advertisement), he took our black foreman for a little jaunt round the
harbor.
Ten minutes later the poor fellow came back absolutely delirious with
joy.
Thus did we solve the great labor question in Corisco. . . .
It proved more satisfactory to our employees than any system of
profit-sharing, coöperation, or payment by result ever devised, and
it was certainly cheaper for the employer. The work was now done so
thoroughly and speedily that in less than another week we were ready
for our first real invasion of the jungle.
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