through thisother pipeââhe traced a line that went across the top of the compartmentââand gets put under pressure. That pressure pushes the piston back and forthââhe pointed to something that looked like a toilet plungerââwhich cranks the crankshaftââhe moved the screwdriver down to a setup of rods and chains and circlesââwhich rotates the axle that turns the wheels!â
He glanced up. Page looked dazed. Bozâs face was as blank as a white page.
âYou donât get it, do you?â
Boz shook his head. âNot a pitwit. But that doesnât matter,â he added, thumping the bench with his fist, âbecause you do!â
John bit his lip.
âWell, I know how it works in theory. But Iâve never built anything like this before.â
âBut youâre smart,â Page said. âLook at the box you made for Tiger Lil. You can do anything!â
John appreciated his sisterâs enthusiasm, even if he didnât quite believe in her judgment.
âAnd weâll be the magicianâs assistants! The procurers of pipes. The collectors of crankshafts.â Boz yanked the curtain from the window above them and waved it over the manual. âAbracadabra, let there be steam!â
John reached over and slid the manual out from underneath the fabric.
âItâs not going to be that easy.â
âBut you remember what happens to the heroes in Dadâs stories,â Page prodded him. âItâs never easy.â
âLeap, my dear boy, leap! Look not at the cliff below you but at the sky above.â
John reexamined the diagram. It would be incredibly satisfying to show Colonel Joe what he was capable of. He tried to imagine the faces of the audience when a steam-driven carriage came chugging across the field. Maybe he could have all the Wayfarers standing on the platform.
âOkay,â he said, putting up his palm to shut Bozâs mouth, âbut weâre going to start small. Do what the diagram says. I donât want things exploding in my face.â
âOf course,â said Boz, seizing hold of the manual. âIt will be simple as huckleberry pie!â
But by early September, John had learned one very important lesson:
When it came to Boz, nothing was ever simple as huckleberry pie.
No sooner had John decided to build the Autopsy than Boz had trumpeted the news to the Wayfarers.
Reactions were mixed. Tiger Lil thought he was brave, the Mimsy Twins thought he was optimistic, and Alligator Dan thought he was delusional. Colonel Joe said nothingâand gave him a starter loan.
Yet eventually, as John and Boz and Page started to assemble the engine compartment, opinions swung around.Now that the Wayfarers could see a rudimentary boiler and crankshaft taking shape in front of their eyes, some of them began to believe in the Autopsyâs possibilities.
Unfortunately, that meant they also wanted to be part of it.
âYou should divert some of the steam and stick a pipe organ right here!â Minny pointed to an area on the diagram in front of the engine compartment. âAnd we can play duets.â
âAdd a springboard on the top,â said Porcine Pierre, âand Iâll teach Frank and Priscilla to do a high dive.â
âIf you can figure out how to harness the smoke from the furnace,â Gentle Giant Georgie noted, âwe can have special effects for Tiger Lilâs magic show.â
Johnâs response was typical of a new inventorâhe attempted to please everyone. But the more he adjusted and fiddled and tweaked, the worse things became. One day the boiler would work, the next night it split. One hour the crankshaft would hum, the next minute it broke. The chains got tangled, the pipes slid sideways, and the piston went phfft . The bills for parts were astronomical.
Most galling of all, John knew he could do better. With patience, time, and a finer