he could tell she felt the same. The sun had dispersed the fog, leaving shreds of bog-cotton mist snagged on the thornbushes, and ahead of them the airship hung silently in the sky like a fat, unfathomable future.
Miles pulled in by the mill, where a number of other cars were already parked. A gangly teenager appeared from nowhere, wearing a battered cap. âItâs sixpence to park,â he said, peering hopefully into Milesâs goggles.
Baltinglass of Araby leaped from the car. âHow old are you, boy?â he shouted.
âIâll be eighteen in February,â said the boy.
Baltinglass pulled a gold coin from his pocket. âEver seen one of these?â
The boyâs jaw dropped. âNot often,â he said.
âYouâll see three more of them if you look after this car until we get back,â said Baltinglass. âWe may be gone some time, so youâd better take her out for a spin now and then.â
âYou want me to drive the car?â asked the boy, who could hardly believe his ears.
âThatâs what she needs,â said Baltinglass, âand you might find yourself more popular with the ladies in the bargain.â He sent the coin spinning toward the teenager with a flick of his thumb, and called to Miles. âMaster Miles, letâs board that contraption before I change my mind, eh?â
Miles pulled the duffel bag from the back of the car and heaved it over his shoulder. It swung around and nearly capsized him, but he felt that ashead of the expedition he should be able to carry the kit. He hefted the bag to balance it better, feeling something sharp poking into his back, and set off across the field. Little took Baltinglassâs arm and together they half ran, half stumbled past knots of spectators toward the airshipâs mooring, where a sturdy rope ladder hung from the hull to the ground.
âI hope First Officer Barrett makes it back all right,â said Little.
âHeâs a wily devil, that one,â said Baltinglass. âHeâll come back with their pocket watches and their gold teeth, whoever they are.â
Above them the Sunfish seemed to fill the sky. A muscular airman stood at the bottom of the rope ladder, and he took the duffel bag from Miles as though it weighed no more than a coconut. âTickets?â he said.
At that moment there was a high-pitched shout from the edge of the field, and First Officer Barrett careered into view on a bicycle, his glasses askew and his legs out straight to avoid the madly spinning pedals. âWeigh anchor, able Airman Calloway!â he shouted gleefully. âEmbark those passengers at once. Thatâs an order!â
âAye-aye,â shouted Airman Calloway. He pickedLittle up under one arm, and with the duffel bag over his shoulder he fairly ran up the rope ladder and disappeared into a square hatch in the hull.
âRope ladder,â said Miles to Baltinglass, placing the old manâs hand on a rung. âAfter you.â
At the top of the ladder Miles felt the ropes jerk as First Officer Barrett leaped from the bicycle and began to climb up behind him. âAway!â the dapper man shouted. âWeigh anchor. All hands on deck. Full steam ahead!â
Strong hands reached from the door in the hull and grabbed Miles by the arms. He looked over his shoulder at the last moment, and a shock of giddiness swept through him. He could see no sign of pursuit, but the ground was falling away at an alarming rate. First Officer Barrett swung from the ladderâs end like a trapeze artist, waving and shouting, âArrivederci!â to the dwindling spectators below. Beyond him tumbled the whitewashed houses of the port of Fuera, and out in the bay the Albatross rode the sapphire waters under bellying sails, bound for Al Bab with a brisk crosswind and a good head start.
CHAPTER NINE
THE SUNFISH
T he airship Sunfish , reborn and airborne, moved ponderously through