CHAPTER X
AN ERROR IN CALCULATION
While Buck was busy getting his wagons and horses and water casksready the next morning the boys were not surprised to see Gus, thetramp, drive up just after breakfast with the moving team.
"Have you had breakfast?" asked Alan by way of a greeting.
"Have," retorted Gus, pulling up his team awkwardly. "It's mewrappin' meself around tortillas till I feel like a bag o' cornmeal."
"I can't see that you've spent any great amount of that five dollarson yourself," interrupted Ned, noticing the tramp's unshaven faceand the still visible traces of coal smoke.
"Well, boss, ye'r right. Dead right. But, ye see, de barber o' disgrowin' city only works on Saturday and me friend Buck's bat' tubhas a leak. Anyhow, de ladies hereabouts is scarce and few. Thinkwot a swell I'll be when Sunday comes."
"Come in the car. We've plenty of water, and soap too," suggestedAlan, smiling.
'"Well, boss, don't tempt me. I'm working. I can't soldier away notime dudin' meself up on do bosses' time."
"All right," replied Ned, laughing, "every one to his taste."
There was plenty of work to be done, and in a few minutes all wereat it. The chief task this day was the unloading of the materialsyet on the car. That had to be done by night, except in the case ofthe boxes marked "Overland," all of which had been carefully andspecially crated for wagon transportation. Of these there seemed agreat many, and they were all put in one pile in the space madevacant by the removal of the gas generators. The hydrogen case,covered with a blanket, stood always under Elmer's watchful eye.This was to be removed last.
As the boys meant to stay close by their valuable outfit, theyplanned to load Elmer's caravan early the next morning and to see itstart on its trying and dangerous trip. Then they intended toremove the hydrogen cask to the corral and take up their own abodein the same place. The Placida--with no little regret--was to besurrendered to the railroad and returned to Chicago.
For that reason this was a busy day. Load after load of crates,boxes, and bundles were carried to the big corral, the teamsstirring up the dust of Clarkeville's main street on their way. Itwas heavy work, and required care. Smoky-faced Gus was earning hispay. So skilful and adroit was he in executing tasks assigned himthat Ned commented on it to Alan.
While the boys were at their noonday lunch Buck appeared to reportprogress. The big wagon was to come from a sheep ranch, ten milesto the south. A man had gone for it and would arrive with it thatnight. The wheels of the smaller wagon were being soaked in waterand the axles had been greased.
Ned could not resist asking:
"How's your new boarder, Buck?"
"Ain't seen much o' him. Purty poor feeder fur a tramp. Can't geta tortilla down him nohow."
Ned looked at Alan significantly.
"Hasn't any baggage, has he?" continued Ned.
"Not a stitch. Lessen you allow fur a extra suit o' underclothes."
"Under clothing?" exclaimed Ned. "Two suits?"
"Yep. And fine, too. My old woman washed a suit to-day and she'lows as how it cost more than the rest o' his outfit."
"Don't you think that funny?"
"'What?" responded Alan sleepily.
"Why, a tramp with two suits of fine underwear?"
"Probably he stole them."
"And probably he didn't. A real tramp might steal them, but hewouldn't wear them."
"Well, what do you care," laughed Alan, "whether he's a tramp or notso long as he's useful?"
Ned was silent a few moments.
"Tramp or not, that fellow will bear watching."
"All right," conceded Alan, "I guess we can do that."
By night the barn and horse yard of the corral looked like acombination manufactory and hardware store. The seven sections ofthe skeleton-like car stretched across the old horse yard like adisjointed snake; crated aeroplane guides, and the propeller and therudder leaned against the fence, looking like the frame work of ahouse; the more compact engine, motor, radiator and fan stood readyfor unpacking under the shelter shed, while shafts, connections andboxes of small parts filled a large part of the empty stalls. Thetins of gasoline for experimental flights and the first trip toElmer's camp were in a far corner of the yard, and in the wagon shedstood the two immense special trunks containing the gas bag and theItalian hemp netting.
The evening meal was not as cheery and chatty an affair as thepreceding ones had been, although Elmer had done his best in honorof their farewell. And the boys insisted that at this last meal thewaiter should be dispensed with, and Elmer was put at the head ofthe table.
"Yo' make me feel as if I was a startin' fo' do norf pole,"exclaimed Elmer. "I don't see what's de use of so much fussin'."
"Well, anyway," exclaimed Ned, holding up a glass of iced tea,"here's luck to you, Elmer."
"And de same to you," answered Elmer. "And to all of us."
Rising bell was to ring at four o'clock the next morning; so theboys all turned in at once after they had cleaned up the kitchen.
It was about twelve o'clock when a sudden call sounded through thecar.
"Alan!".
It was Ned, who, clad in pajamas, was shaking his chum. The latter,dazed for a moment, sprang upright, soundly whacking his head on theupper berth, in which Elmer was snoring loudly.
"What is it?" he exclaimed, rolling out on the floor. "Who hit me?Indians?"
"Not yet," laughed Ned, shaking his "pal" into wakefulness."Listen!"
He struck a match, lit a candle and sat down on the edge of theberth.
"You're a bum calculator," he began, eyeing Alan.
"I didn't calculate where that berth was," answered Alan ruefully,rubbing a lump on the top of his head.
"And you didn't calculate where we are now," somewhat excitedlyadded Ned. "And I didn't think of it until just now."
"Go on," interrupted the still sleepy Alan. "If it's a riddle Igive it up."
"I suppose you know what the air pressure is to a square inch,"answered Ned, like a school teacher rebuking a slow scholar.
"Why, 14.7 pounds, of course."
"Where?" exclaimed Ned again, sharply.
"Where?" echoed Alan.
"Why, at the sea level-that's where. Not out here. Do you know howhigh we are above sea level right here?"
Alan began to see the point and a smile came over his face. He hadno chance to answer:
"We're a little short of seven thousand feet up in the air righthere in Clarkeville," continued Ned in about the same tone ofexultation he might have used had he found a gold mine. "Now,listen. How many cubic feet of gas does our balloon hold?"
That question was easy. The boys knew that as well as themultiplication table.
"Sixty-five thousand, four hundred and ninety-three feet."
"And how much weight is it going to carry?"
"Three thousand nine hundred and thirty-five and a half pounds."
"Exactly," went on Ned. "That's the weight we are going to carryfigured at sea level. Did it ever occur to you that our sixty-fivehundred feet of hydrogen can lift more way up here seven thousandfeet in the air, than it can at sea level? Did it ever occur to myspecial engineer and calculator that as the weight and pressure ofthe air grows less our hydrogen will lift just that much moreweight.
"By the great horn spoon!" exclaimed Alan. "Give me that candle."
In another moment he was at the drawing room table with a pencil inhis hand. It did not take him long to make his calculations.
"Live and learn," he exclaimed finally. "I'm certainly all you saidwas a 'bum calculator.' Our altitude here is 6,875 feet, for I tookit to-day just for practice. And we can carry in our balloon justexactly 693.6 pounds more than we figured."
"I thought so," laughed Ned. "It came to me in a dream, I guess.But you don't need to feel badly. You say I'm the boss, yet I neverthought of it. You see, the trouble is that all the balloonascensions ordinarily are
made from the large cities of America orEurope. Who ever thought of ascending a mountain to get a start?But since we have done so we must figure accordingly."
"And what is the first thing you are going to add?" asked Alan.
"First thing?" exclaimed Ned. "First and last and in the middle,gasoline. We may find water in the mountains and we might even findfood, but we're not going to find gasoline. Now we'll do part ofour work whether Elmer meets us or fails."
The incident showed the essential difference between Ned's mind andAlan's. Alan was careful, precise, and adept in detail. Ned hadthe "dreams" and inspirations of an inventor.