The Log of the Flying Fish: A Story of Aerial and Submarine Peril and Adventure — John Shaqi
The Log of the Flying Fish: A Story of Aerial and Submarine Peril and AdventureCollingwood, Harry
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The Log of the Flying Fish: A Story of Aerial and Submarine Peril and Adventure
Collingwood, Harry
Adventure stories; Sea stories
"Those tubes," answered the professor, "are the boat's means of
propulsion. You see," he explained, "being built of aethereum, the boat
is extremely light, and draws so little water that a screw propeller
would be quite useless to her. So I have substituted those tubes
instead. One pair, you will observe, points toward the stern, and one
pair toward the bow. The boat's engine is a powerful three-cylinder
pump, and it sucks the water strongly in through the tubes which point
forward, discharging it as powerfully out through those which point
astern; thus drawing and driving the boat along at a speed of about
twelve knots per hour, which is as fast, I fancy, as we shall ever want
her to go. If you want to go astern the movement of a single lever
reverses the whole process. There is a similar boat on the other side."
The boat having been returned to her hiding-place, the professor next
led his friends to the structure which occupied the centre of the deck.
It was a perfectly plain erection, with curved sides meeting in a kind
of stem and stern-post at its forward and after ends, with a curved
dome-like roof, several small circular windows all round its sides, and
no apparent means of entry.
"Why, how is this, professor? You have actually built your pilot-
house--for such I suppose it is--without a door," exclaimed the baronet
with returning good-humour as he perceived that, even in the event of
the _Flying Fish_ failing to fly, he would still have a very wonderful
ship for his money.
"As you have rightly supposed, this _is_ the pilot-house," answered the
professor, with one hand pressing lightly against the gleaming wall of
the structure. "But as to its being without a door, you are mistaken,
for there it is."
And as he spoke a door, hitherto unnoticed in the side of the building,
flew open.
"Why, you are a veritable magician, professor! How on earth did you
manage that?" exclaimed the colonel.
"Easily enough," answered the professor. "Just look here, all of you.
This is a secret door which it is necessary you should all know how to
open. Now, there are four of us, are there not? Very well; find the
fourth rivet from the bottom in the fourth row from the after end of the
building--here it is--push it to your left--_not_ press it; pressing is
no good--and open flies the door. Push the rivet to the _right_ when
the door is open, and you shut it--so," suiting the action to the word.
"Now, Sir Reginald, let me see if you can open that door."
The baronet opened and closed the door without difficulty; and then the
other two essayed the attempt with similarly successful results.
"That is all right," commented the professor. "Now step inside, please;
and close the door--so: when you want to open it from the inside you
simply turn this handle--so, and open it comes."
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