“Thirty-nine miles, two hundred and fifty yards, fifty-six feet and eleven inches is the exact record, sir.”
“But, don’t ye know, that’s almost as far as it is from Lun’nun to Oxford1, bah Jove!”
“Just thirteen feet, three inches further, sir.”
“Haw!”
“The charge is the most peculiar2 part of it, sir.”
“Ya-as?”
“Very peculiar. In fact, you would hardly believe it.”
Clif, who was the speaker, leaned confidentially3 toward his companion, and added, in an impressive whisper:
“We use green Holland cheese, sir.”
“What! Bah Jove, you cawn’t use cheese to fire a gun, don’t you know?”
“Fact, sir. I’m not supposed to give the secret away, but I know you won’t repeat it. The American Government is very progressive, sir. And the American naval4 officer is great on inventions. It was a cadet that invented the ‘cheesite,’ as the new explosive is called. He made the discovery in a very queer way.”
Clif paused a second for breath, then he continued in the same impressive tone:
“He was a shipmate of mine at the academy, sir. His name was Mudd. Funny name, eh? Well, Mudd was very fond of Dutch cheese. Ate it all the time. One day he brought a pound or two into our room—I bunked5 with him, you know—and hid it in the stove. There happened to be a little fire in it, and bless me if the cheese and heat didn’t generate gas and blow the room into the middle of the Severn River. I was nearly drowned trying to swim ashore6.”
“Haw! Most extraordinary. Must make a note of it.”
“Great, isn’t it? Well, Mudd—when he left the hospital, had three ribs7 broken and lost a piece of his solar plexus—he experimented on the ‘cheesite,’ found the gas, and is now worth a million. Great, isn’t it?”
Clif’s companion was an Englishman of about twenty-three. He had a full, round red face with a pair of pronounced “mutton-chop” whiskers. A single glass, or monocle, was screwed tightly in one eye; and he was dressed in tweeds of the loudest patterns.
There was a vacant, open-mouthed expression on his face that seemed peculiarly appropriate to his general appearance.
The young naval cadet finished his remarkable8 description of the discovery of “cheesite” without the slightest indication of mirth.
“Haw! Most extraordinary invention!” exclaimed the Englishman. “But you Americans, don’t ye know, are extraordinary creatures, anyway. Haw! I had a cousin who went across the pond a few years ago. Landed in Ohio or some other town, I believe, and started the most peculiar business. Haw! it was really remarkable.”
He stopped to give his glass another twist, and continued, with a yawn:
“Haw! the cousin was a queer fellow. He ran away to—aw!—Africa or Iceland when he was a youngster, and had a wild time of it. Then he settled down in Lun’nun, and——”
“What was the queer business he was in?”
“Yas. He settled in the town of Ohio and started a shop, don’t you know. Haw! haw! It was deuced comical. I split me sides every time I think of it, don’t ye know.”
“But the business?”
“The business? Haw! I forgot what it was, ye know. But it was a blasted peculiar thing. Haw!”
Clif laughed.
“I am deuced obliged to you for your trouble, don’t ye know,” resumed his companion, extracting an elaborate case from his coat. “Here’s me pasteboard. I—aw—would be delighted to see you again.”
“Thanks. I haven’t a card with me, but my name is Faraday, Clifford Faraday, and I am a naval cadet of the new fourth class on board this practice ship, the Monongahela. We left Annapolis, Maryland, where our naval academy is
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