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Updated: June 25, 2025
"By Jove! this doesn't look the sort of town to buy food and drink for motors!" remarked Sir Ralph ruefully. The Chauffeulier laughed. "Ours won't starve," said he. "I thought you knew I'd ordered tins of petrol to meet us at every big town, for fear of trouble. It will come down by boat, and I shall find the Zara lot waiting for me at the Austrian Lloyd's storehouse.
That’s what I came for and some shellac and wire, and a screwdriver of sorts? We need patching as well as petrol; and we’re a little short of supplies." Wayland’s steady gaze never left him, but his smile was friendly. "We’re in a tearing hurry, too," added the flight-lieutenant, looking out of the window. Wayland smiled. "Of course there’s no petrol here. There’s nothing here.
When, therefore, in the years shortly following, the steam engine was for the purposes of aerial locomotion superseded by the lighter and more suitable petrol engine, the construction of a navigable air ship became vastly more practicable.
Ascertaining that his petrol was still plentiful, he began gliding downward, over a hamlet or two, mostly in ruins, then over a few small fields, and at last over the scraggy trees. Suddenly he saw to the right a broad oval with what looked like a battered wall around it. It might have been three to four hundred yards in length, by half that in width.
They gave far less trouble than we had expected, and, though always with some of us until the spring, suffered heavy casualties from the use of copious petrol and the baking of washed shirts in the village oven. We had been given a cook of our own. He was a youth of dreamy habits and acquisitive tastes, but sometimes made a good stew.
"By the way, how are you fixed for petrol?" added Devar. "I filled the tanks, sir, before leaving the garage. We're good for the trip to Albany and back." Brodie's tone was quite cheerful.
They got a little, and as they were going to start the big car suddenly burst into flames: some fool having struck a match to see if the petrol was properly turned off. Great flames roared up into the air, and it was a long time before the car was sufficiently burnt down to pass it. West said that it was a most marvellous picture.
I sat up until twelve, and gained as my reward some excellent hot tea and a bit of rather tough steak. At twelve everybody was woken up and the company got ready to move. We motor-cyclists were sent off to the station. Foolishly I went by myself. Just outside what I thought was the station I ran out of petrol. I walked to the station and waited for the others. They did not come.
Talking about it reminds me that I was puzzled by a smell I thought I ought to know when I brought Clarke out of the tepee. I know now what it was; and the thing's significant. It was gasoline." "They extract it from crude petroleum, don't they?" "Yes; it's called petrol on your side. Clarke's out for coal-oil; and I guess he's struck it."
But that is an inconvenience of this vile northern island only, to which I shall soon bid eternal glad farewells. During the afternoon of my second day in London, I sought out a strong petrol motor in Holborn, overhauled and oiled it a little, and set off over Blackfriars Bridge, making for Woolwich through that other more putrid London on the south river-side.
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