The Young Wireless Operator—With the U. S. Secret Service: Winning his way in the Secret ServiceTheiss, Lewis E. (Lewis Edwin)
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The Young Wireless Operator—With the U. S. Secret Service: Winning his way in the Secret Service
Theiss, Lewis E. (Lewis Edwin)
Radio -- Juvenile fiction; Secret service -- United States -- Juvenile fiction
Willie had never before seen hookahs, but he had read about them,
and he knew instantly that the strange things he was looking at were
hubble-bubbles or water-pipes, so extensively used in the Orient.
The thing made him think of a large water carafe with a gaudy,
handleless teacup set atop of it. The teacup was a highly ornate
tobacco-bowl. From it a tube descended into the carafe-like water
container, which was of glass, also ornamented. Leading from this
water bowl were several pliant tubes of some length, that terminated
in mouthpieces like pipes. Each of the smokers held one of these
tubes in his hand. From time to time each smoker raised his
mouthpiece to his lips and drew smoke through the tube. At each
inhalation the smoke was sucked down from the glowing tobacco-bowl
through the water, which bubbled and bubbled.
At the entrance of the three Americans a sudden hush fell on the
place. Every eye in the room was directed toward them. But when the
purser and his companions returned the gaze, eyes were turned away
again. Yet Willie saw well enough, that though no one was staring at
them, not a move of theirs escaped observation. The observation was
sly, furtive. It made Willie think of a cat watching for a mouse,
apparently half asleep, with eyes all but closed, yet intensely
alert and ready to spring at the appearance of so much as a whisker.
In the same way Willie felt that the purser, Roy, and he were being
watched. The various groups in the place resumed their talk. The men
lounged in their chairs in an indolent, indescribably lazy way, not
unlike a cat stretched out by a kitchen fire. And indolently they
puffed at their cigarettes and hookah tubes.
Soon the feeling of uneasiness wore off. The purser seemed to feel
perfectly at home, and Roy likewise paid small attention to those
about him. He was continuing his discussion with the purser.
The latter picked up a bill of fare and shoved it across the table
to his companions. “What shall it be?” he inquired.
“You might as well ask me what the people of Mars look like,”
laughed Roy, examining the card. “I could answer just as
intelligently. These names don’t mean a thing to me.”
“How would it be if I order?” inquired the purser. “We can have
several large orders, from which we can all be helped. We’ll find
some things that way that we shall all like, I’m sure.”
“That suits us,” said Roy and Willie together.
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