“Butteridge! Shall I try to keep it up, or shan't I?”
The room he was in puzzled him. “'Tisn't a prison and 'tisn't a norfis?” Then the old trouble came uppermost. “I wish to 'eaven I 'adn't these silly sandals on,” he cried querulously to the universe. “They give the whole blessed show away.”
His door was flung open, and a compact young man in uniform appeared, carrying Mr. Butteridge's portfolio, rucksac, and shaving-glass.
“I say!” he said in faultless English as he entered. He had a beaming face, and a sort of pinkish blond hair. “Fancy you being Butteridge.” He slapped Bert's meagre luggage down.
“We'd have started,” he said, “in another half-hour! You didn't give yourself much time!”
He surveyed Bert curiously. His gaze rested for a fraction of a moment on the sandals. “You ought to have come on your flying-machine, Mr. Butteridge.”
He didn't wait for an answer. “The Prince says I've got to look after you. Naturally he can't see you now, but he thinks your coming's providential. Last grace of Heaven. Like a sign. Hullo!”
Outside there was a going to and fro of feet, a sound of distant bugles suddenly taken up and echoed close at hand, men called out in loud tones short, sharp, seemingly vital things, and were answered distantly. A bell jangled, and feet went down the corridor. Then came a stillness more distracting than sound, and then a great gurgling and rushing and splashing of water. The young man's eyebrows lifted. He hesitated, and dashed out of the room. Presently came a stupendous bang to vary the noises without, then a distant cheering. The young man re-appeared.
“They're running the water out of the ballonette already.”
“The water that anchored us. Artful dodge. Eh?”
“Of course!” said the compact young man. “You don't understand.”
A gentle quivering crept upon Bert's senses. “That's the engine,” said the compact young man approvingly. “Now we shan't be long.”
The cabin swayed. “By Jove! we're starting already;” he cried. “We're starting!”
“Starting!” cried Bert, sitting up. “Where?”
But the young man was out of the room again. There were noises of German in the passage, and other nerve-shaking sounds.
The swaying increased. The young man reappeared. “We're off, right enough!”