Wanted-7 Fearless Engineers! Part 3

When d.i.c.k opened his eyes, there was a feeling of motion to the bed. The strangeness of the ceiling overhead drew his attention. It was not canvas, but shiny metal, almost purple in tint.

Suddenly he sat up. Dolores lay beside him. As his eyes cleared of the lingering mist, objects in the room became plainer. They were in a luxuriously equipped cabin.

Dolores slowly opened her eyes. A moment later she sat up beside him.

Glancing through the porthole, beyond the bed, she turned away with a groan.

"We _are_ under water! And deep! I can't see a thing but strange blue light."

When d.i.c.k joined her, his forehead puckered in a frown. "No, Dolores. It doesn't look like water, it looks more like--No! _It can't be!_"

For several minutes there was silence while he gazed through the opening. Dolores had lost interest in the outside and was examining the fittings of the cabin. It had everything that could be desired in a first cla.s.s hotel room, and many little toilet articles besides.

Suddenly d.i.c.k turned away. "_It's true!_ We're in the air--_or above it_! Dolores, this ship is an _aircraft_!"

"Never mind, d.i.c.k, this room is _beautiful_! Whether we're flying or swimming, this is the nicest room I ever had. It has _everything_, and _look_ at the dressing table!"

d.i.c.k sat down in amazement, a smile slowly spreading over his face.

Dolores was happy--wherever they were. The room was all that mattered.

But he couldn't understand why Morquil had ga.s.sed them, and put them on board unconscious. _He_ would have enjoyed seeing the new ship.

When a knock sounded at the door, Dolores was unpacking her clothes for the first time since they left the _Primrose_. Turning the k.n.o.b, Morquil stepped in.

"I'm sorry, d.i.c.k, that I had to use gas, but I knew the people would be afraid of boarding this ship. John McCarthy is down in the power room already, examining the machines, but some of the others are upset about the transfer from the island. I hope you don't feel resentful?"

"No, Morquil. We're satisfied. If you don't believe it--look at Dolores.

She decided to like this room the minute she saw it, and is unpacking already."

The worried expression disappeared from the strange man's face. "I had the cabins equipped for women, as I know they are particular about such things."

"Would you like to see the ship? It will be your home for a long time, and you might as well get acquainted. I'm sorry that no one but myself understands English, but you will have ample time to learn our language during the voyage. You must speak it fluently by the time we arrive."

As they started out, Dolores dropped the dress she was holding, to join them. Curiosity overcame the desire to straighten out her clothes.

Entering a wide pa.s.sage, they turned to the right. It ended abruptly in a room with several comfortable chairs. Three tables occupied the center in uneven positions, the underparts filled with metal-covered books.

Two men of Morquil's race looked up at their approach.

d.i.c.k returned their friendly smile. When Dolores smiled they appeared embarra.s.sed; but truly greatly pleased. Barrow noticed that one of them was examining a book in English; the ill.u.s.trations seemed to fascinate him.

A narrow pa.s.sage, beyond the main cabin, led to the control room where three men sat in swivel chairs. The instrument board was a marvel to d.i.c.k, and he watched for several minutes. It would require months to understand even a small portion of the gauges.

The ship was built with two decks, and a large hold beneath the lower floor which contained the machinery. The strange men were quartered on the lower level, with the exception of Morquil. His cabin was next to the one occupied by the Barrows. The McCarthys were on the opposite side of the pa.s.sage, in a room slightly smaller than the one allotted to d.i.c.k and his wife.

The quarters of the remainder of the party were smaller, but still quite comfortable; all located farther back on the same pa.s.sage.

Morquil was proud of the ship, and displayed each section with pride. He opened every cupboard door, and showed them through all of the cabins.

They were stopped for a while, when they met Mrs. Yarbro, trying to dispel her fear of the strange craft. The others appeared to be taking their new quarters for granted, and settling down for the trip.

The main cabin was toward the front of the ship, while the dining room was at the rear; the staterooms on the pa.s.sage between. One stairway led to the lower level, from just back of the control room, another from the dining saloon. A ramp beneath the rear stairway led to the hold of the ship. When they started down, Dolores returned to her cabin. Her interest ended on the upper decks.

d.i.c.k spotted John, bending over one of the machines, so engrossed that he didn't hear their approach. One of the crew stood nearby, watching.

When McCarthy saw Barrow, he nearly burst with enthusiasm. "This is the greatest thing I've ever seen! Why, it almost _talks_! Do you know, this little machine actually picks up the orders from the control room, and _adjusts every machine down here_! Darned if I don't think it's got a brain!"

When Morquil led the way toward the front of the hold, John was still engrossed in the apparatus. "He will be a valuable man to you, d.i.c.k, and can solve many problems that you would otherwise have to do yourself. He will make an able a.s.sistant."

Pa.s.sing by the heavy machinery, they approached an enclosed section, which appeared to be of recent installation. Stepping through the doorway, Morquil threw a switch which lighted every corner, then watched expectantly as d.i.c.k examined the strange objects. It appeared to be a colony of metal beehives, with covered pa.s.sages between.

"It is our home, d.i.c.k. This room contains everything in miniature that you will see when we arrive. Each of the smaller domes house thirty thousand people, the large one three times that number. We are born, live our lives, and die beneath these metal ceilings. It will be your job to care for them.

"Everything beneath these domes is exactly as it is in our cities, except that the machines are dummies. This model room was installed so you could study our civilization during the trip. When you arrive you will be ready to start work.

"You, and you only will have a key. You may bring any member of your party here that you desire, but it is not necessary for them to understand the entire civilization. There are only six cities, including the large one, where you and John McCarthy will be located. The other men will each have one dome under their control.

"It is easy to travel back and forth, and you may gather together at any time, although each of you will have duties in different sections. While you are overseeing the work in the smaller cities John can look after the capital. Upon your arrival in Yorpun you will take complete charge of all mechanical work. It will be your responsibility from then on."

As d.i.c.k slipped the key in his pocket, he felt the weight of a country settle slowly on his shoulders. Two hundred and ten thousand people--entirely dependent upon _his_ control of the machines.

Where could this settlement be? They had sailed darn near to the end of the world in the _Primrose_, and now they were going even farther. From the way the metal domes covered the cities, it might be at the south pole, and still be habitable.

By the time they returned to the main cabin, it was dinner time. It was past mid-day when he regained consciousness, and d.i.c.k was hungry.

Mrs. McCarthy was knitting a sweater for her husband, while three of the strange men watched in amazement. Her knitting needles seemed to hold them spellbound. The other members of d.i.c.k's party were sitting around trying to decide what to do. But the sound of the dinner gong, made them forget their worries.

d.i.c.k had to go down to the hold and call John, who was still watching the master machine. If he hadn't been dragged away, he would have spent the night examining the strange device.

The meal was simple, but they all enjoyed it. It seemed to dispel the gloom from the party, and they appreciated McCarthy's jokes. There were fifteen of Morquil's race in the crew, and all but the men at the controls joined them.

Knives and forks stood at the places set for the pa.s.sengers, brought from the supplies on the _Primrose_, but the crew ate with long narrow spoons. Table silver was evidently unknown to this race of people.

After dinner Morquil called them to the main cabin, and for the first time told about the destination. All that had kept them from losing hope long before, was his promise of greater comfort and luxury than they could hope for in their native land.

"I know that some of you resent the fact that you were unconscious while put aboard this ship. But I know you would hesitate to come of your own accord. One woman said that she wouldn't go on an _undersea_ ship, and she would be more afraid of this.

"You will be amazed to know that we are now leaving the atmosphere of the earth that you have always known. _Our destination is on a different planet!_"

CHAPTER IV

_Morquil's Story_

For a long time there was silence, then Mrs. Jones fainted. McCarthy took it without flinching, and his wife was satisfied if he was. d.i.c.k had suspected something almost as strange, and did not seem surprised.

Dolores looked at him for guidance. He nodded rea.s.suringly. The others shut their lips tight, feeling that they had been taken prisoner without hope of escape.