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Updated: May 6, 2025
It was a big, black, black-dashed, tonneaued twenty-four horse Octopod; and it bore not only Kysh my friend, and Salmon his engineer, but my own man, who for the first time in our acquaintance smiled. "Did they get you? What did you get? I was coming into Linghurst as witness to character your man told me what happened but I was stopped near Instead Wick myself," cried Kysh. "What for?"
The where's the interestin' point for you just now." I had seen Kysh drive before, and I thought I knew the Octopod, but that afternoon he and she were exalted beyond my knowledge. He improvised on the keys the snapping levers and quivering accelerators marvellous variations, so that our progress was sometimes a fugue and sometimes a barn-dance, varied on open greens by the weaving of fairy rings.
His bright eyes were glued on Kysh's hands juggling with levers behind the discreet backward sloping dash. "An' what sort of a brake might you use?" he said politely. "This," Kysh replied, as the last of the hill shot up to one in eight. He let the car run back a few feet and caught her deftly on the brake, repeating the performance cup and ball fashion.
The car stopped, and it fled away. There was a little pond in front of us from which rose a dome of irregular sticks crowned with a blunt-muzzled beast that sat upon its haunches. "Is it catching?" said Pyecroft. "Yes. I'm seeing beaver," I replied. "It is here!" said Kysh, with the air and gesture of Captain Nemo, and half turned. "No no no! For 'Eaven's sake not 'ere!"
Kysh put on the brake and hugged me to his bosom till I groaned. Then, as I remember, he crooned like a mother returned to her suckling. "Divine! Divine!" he murmured. "Command me." "Take charge of the situation," I said. "You'll find a Mr. Pyecroft on the quarter-deck. I'm altogether out of it." "He shall stay there.
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