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She was not at all tired, however, and both of the contestants had all the wind they needed. Two hours more went slowly by, and Captain Kemp began to exhibit signs of uneasiness at the unexpected persistence with which he was followed. "What on earth can be the matter?" he remarked, aloud. "I'd have thought she'd get tired of it before this "
Now, each member of the Mess leaned back in his chair, straightened his weary legs under the table, and settled down, cigar in mouth, to the perusal of the Spectator or the Tatler, according to rank and literary taste. Colonel Kemp, unfolding a week-old Times, looked over his glasses at his torpid disciples. "Where is young Sandeman?" he inquired. Young Sandeman was the Adjutant.
When the meeting and greeting were over, Van der Kemp explained that he would require his canoe by daybreak the following morning, ordered a few provisions to be got ready, and turned to leave. "You must get down, Spinkie, and watch the canoe for one night more," said the hermit, quietly.
Rip made a quick estimate. Two were enough to form a critical mass. He would use two to blast into the sun and three to blast out again. He would need the extra kick. There was only one trouble. The pieces were wedge shaped. They would have to be mounted in thorium in order to keep them rigid. Only Kemp could do that. They had no cutting tool but the torch.
Still, I suppose I can rely on you two crack oarsmen, though you know the slightest tremble in the boat in the fairest weather is likely to create a squall on my part." If Dr. Kemp wished to row, he should row; and since the Jewish Mrs. Grundy was not on hand, anything harmlessly enjoyable was permissible. Ruth went indoors. This was certainly something she had not bargained for.
The Bird of Paradise, according to her desire, had gone to Brighton, where his Grace had presented her with a tenement, neat, light, and finished; and though situated amid the wilds of Kemp Town, not more than one hyæna on a night ventured to come down from the adjacent heights.
"I want to see Mr. Holymead," said Mr. Kemp in a gruff voice. Verney's was such a high-class hotel that seedy-looking persons seldom dared to put a foot within the palatial entrance. The porter, unused to dealing with the obtrusive impecunious type to which he believed Mr. Kemp to belong, made the mistake of trying to argue with him. "Want to see Mr. Holymead?" he repeated.
"No," said Captain Kemp, "but I'll risk a shot or two." Ned Crawford heard him, for he had been following him pretty closely, to know what was coming. "I don't know," he was thinking, "how far one o' those cannon of hers'll carry. I don't believe, either, that they can hit a mark that is plunging along as we are. It'd be worse than shooting at a bird on the wing.
'D'yer think she's goin' ter die? she asked, dropping her voice to a whisper. 'I'm afraid so! As the doctor sat down by Liza's side Mrs. Hodges turned round and significantly nodded to Mrs. Kemp, who put her handkerchief to her eyes. Then she went outside to the little group waiting at the door. 'Wot does the doctor sy? they asked, among them Tom.
In spite of his precautions, another of the gang was missing when they alighted, and Kemp, the fireman, grinned at Dick. "That fellow's not so smart as he allows," he said. "He'd have gone in the last car, where he could see in front, if he'd known his job."
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