Ganymede (The Clockwork Century 3) - Page 100

“I don’t understand. ”

“I know you don’t. But I don’t believe you’re the kind of man to go on a holy rampage about it, either. You’ve always lived and let live, Andan, and I hope that’s still the case. I’d hate to have to shoot you in order to shut you up. ”

“No one has to shoot me. I’m shocked silent, anyhow. ”

“Good,” she told him. “And you damn well better stay that way. Nothing you’ve just now learned, seen, or figured out means a damn thing to what we’re trying to do here. Now, get back to your seat and get this ship back up in the water. Who’d you leave in charge?”

“Your brother. ”

“Go relieve him. We’ll sort out this ammunition over here, like I said we would. ”

“Sure,” he said. Then, with one more look at Ruthie, he asked, “Are you … are you going to be all right?”

“All I need is a safety pin or two, et c’est tout,” Ruthie said through her teeth.

“Josie, do you have one?”

“Of course I do. Get back out there,” Josephine said in her normal speaking voice, not wanting to draw any further attention. Surely the men in the other room were wondering by now, why it had gone so quiet in the charge bays.

“All right, then, I will. ”

Fifteen

The remainder of the trip down the canal occurred without incident. According to Houjin, both Rucker Little and Wallace Mumler were gaining ground. Neither man had been injured or otherwise dispatched when the dirigible fell from the sky—whether Texian or pirate, no one knew—and though their escorts had fallen behind, they’d signaled that they’d catch up.

Cly had fallen utterly quiet upon retaking his seat from a grateful Deaderick Early, who was finding the navigation more than he knew how to accomplish, except in a theoretical way.

The women in the charge bay resumed their work. The clanks and heavy thuds of crates and shells echoed from time to time, punctuated intermittently by swearing in French and English. Troost temporarily left his post to lend a hand, but he was told that no extra hands were needed, so he resumed his seat and kept watch on the coordinates.

Everyone listened, and everyone heard how much louder the atmosphere outside was steadily becoming. Occasional artillery booms escalated to near-constant racket and there were regular hearty bangs of airship pieces raining down from the sky. Some of them splashed and sank, drifting back and forth and downward in front of the big window; some clattered against the hull, none of them hitting very hard.

Not yet. Not while several feet of water still separated that hull from the open air above.

Houjin whistled at something only he could see, sounding impressed and antsy. “It’s a good thing we’re swimming at night,” he mused. “All those ships up there, wow. During the day, someone would be bound to see us. ”

“How many ships, Huey?” Troost asked.

“Hard to say, exactly. ”

“Guess,” Cly urged him.

“Guessing?” The boy chewed on his lower lip and concentrated, spinning the visor scope this way and that, adjusting its cranks for a better range of vision. “At least four big Texas ships. The real big kind, like warships up in the sky. They’re armored up good, and that’s a relief. Anything that big carries enough hydrogen to blow a bay sky-high. ”

The captain said, “That’s a start. Four big Texas ships, at least. What else do you see?”

“Pirates. Lots of them. I see two Chinese fliers, and maybe a third. A couple of French ships, it looks like—maybe more than that. A few Spanish ships, or things that started out Spanish. And is that … is that…?”

“Is it what, kid?” Troost asked crossly.

“Indian ships. Three of them—two Comanche, if I read the flags right. ”

“I’ll be damned,” Cly said.

Deaderick laughed, utterly unsurprised. “The Comanche beef with Texas is as fair as anybody else’s. ”

“I just don’t know too many Indian pirates, that’s all,” he replied. “But I’m glad to see them. Huey, what else is up there?”

“A couple of Union cruisers, I think. ” He made small, pensive noises while he adjusted the scope. “And on top of all that, maybe six or seven others I can’t place. They could be from anywhere, but they’re pretty clearly ours. Unfortunately, most of the ones in the water are, too. ”

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