Part 18 (2/2)
The arrangement of ”Lorelei's” deck aft pleases me particularly, for it might have been designed to suit my purpose. That purpose is to have as much of Miss Van Buren's society as possible during this trip.
Consequently I saw with pleasure that the pa.s.sengers in their deck-chairs must group round the skipper at his wheel, as there is no other comfortable place. There will be no notice up on board ”Lorelei”: ”Please do not speak to the man at the wheel.” The more he is spoken to--by the right person--the better he will like his job. What I have to pray for is dry weather, that the ladies may spend their days on deck, for just as much time as they spend below I shall consider that I am wasting. Indeed, I regret the attractiveness of the cabins, for I fear there may be a temptation to dawdle there, or lie among cus.h.i.+ons on the comfortable seat-bunks on a gray or chilly day. ”I hope she's as much interested in scenery as she apparently is in history,” I said to myself as Starr and I wandered over the boat, ”for the skipper-job can be combined with the business of lecturer and _cicerone_, if that proves a bid for popularity.”
Aft of the cabins is the motor-house; and hearing our voices through the skylight, chauffeur Hendrik left the bra.s.s-work and came to stand by his engine. I immediately determined to study this engine thoroughly, so that if Hendrik's intelligence prove untrustworthy in an emergency, mine may be prepared to a.s.sist it.
He soon saw that it was useless to ”show off” before me, but he enjoyed explaining the motor in broken English to Starr. The American artist heard with a vague smile the difference between the ordinary four-cycle engine of an automobile, and the two-cycle engine of this marine motor, with its piston receiving an impulse at each down stroke; tried to understand how the charge of vaporized petrol was drawn into the crank-chamber, and there slightly compressed; how the gas afterwards traveled along a by-pa.s.s into the firing chamber at the upper part of the cylinder, to be further compressed by the up-stroke of the piston and fired by the sparking plug, while the burnt gases escaped through a port uncovered by the piston in its downward strokes, admission and exhaust being thus controlled by the piston movement alone.
”Great heavens! I wronged this good youth,” the patient listener cried, when he found a chance to speak. ”I thought him all pinkness, and perspiration, and purple velvet slippers, but he can pull information by the yard out of his brain, as he does cotton waste out of his pocket.
Unfortunately, it's waste too, as far as I'm concerned; for I don't know any more about this motor now than I did when he began. The tap of my intelligence always seems to be turned off the minute anything technical or mechanical is mentioned. Some of those things he said sounded more like the description of a lunatic asylum than anything else, and the only impression left on my mind is one of dreadful gloom.”
”Why?” I asked.
”Because it seems impossible that anything which has to do so much at the same time as this engine does, can remember to do half of it. It will certainly fail, and blow up with those we love on board. I never thought of that until now, and shouldn't if Hendrik hadn't explained things to me.”
”We can't blow up unless the petrol gets on fire,” said I, ”and as the tank's away at the bow of the boat and the petrol descends to the engine by gravity and not pressure, you needn't have nightmare on that subject.”
”That's another horror I hadn't realized,” groaned Starr. ”I took things for granted, and trusted other people to know them. A whole tank of petrol at the bow! How much will there be in it?”
”Enough to last four days.”
”One of the ladies is sure to set it on fire when she's curling her hair with a spirit-lamp. Yet we can't forbid them to curl their hair on their own boat. Perhaps they'd better sleep on the barge, after all. I meant it to be for the men of the party.”
”Nonsense,” said I. ”They're reasonable creatures. Besides, Miss Van Buren's hair curls naturally.”
”How can you know?”
”Well, I do.” And before my eyes arose the picture of a bright G.o.ddess of foam and spray.
”Hum! I begin to see which way the wind blows. I'm not sure she isn't the one I myself----”
”We were talking about the motor,” I cut in. ”The water jacketing seems thoroughly carried out; and when the party's a.s.sembled on deck, it will hear no more noise than the buzzing of a big bee, as the exhaust is led away below the water-line. It won't be bad in the cabins either, even when they keep the sliding door open, for this screen of thick sail-cloth will deaden what sound there is. And it was a smart idea to utilize the power of the magneto to light up the whole boat with those incandescent burners.”
”Your mechanical information, on top of Hendrik's, is giving me a kind of acute mental dyspepsia,” sighed Starr. ”I hate well-informed people; they're so fond of telling you things you don't want to know. Still, I realize that you're going to be useful in a way, so I suppose I must make the best of you; and, anyhow, we shan't see much of each other, except at meals.”
”Shan't we? Why, are you going to spend most of your time on board your barge, steering?”
”Not I. I've engaged a man. Didn't I tell you. A nice, handy man, not too big for his boots, or rather, his carpet slippers. He'll cook, sweep, dust, and make beds as well as keep the barge steady.”
”While I'm skipper of 'Lorelei,' n.o.body wears carpet slippers, or purple velvet ones either, on board this boat or her tender. I suppose, if you're not going to steer, you mean to occupy yourself in your studio, painting. A wise arrangement----”
”From your point of view. But it isn't my intention. I shall--if the ladies don't object--sit mostly on 'Lorelei's' deck, making sketches, and entertaining them as well as I know how--though not with technical information.”
”I shall be there to give them that, if they want it,” said I.
”_You?_ You'll have to be at the bow, skippering.”
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