‘Ve better not accelerate any more,’ he said. ‘Not yust now. Ve vill need a little reserve to maneuver later on.’ ‘Vot later on?’ asked Herr von Himmelschmidt sourly. ‘I don’t know vy der ship shot on past us, but soon it comes back und den ve iss maneuvered into chail’ ‘Veil, meanvile shall ve pass de time?’ Herr Syrup took a greasy pack of cards from his jacket and riffled them suggestively. ‘Stop riffling them suggestively!’ squealed Sarmishkidu. ‘This is no time for idle amusements.’ ‘Well … hmmm … no, not that … Perhaps … no … Shilling ante?’ At the end of some four hours, when he was ahead by several pounds sterling in I.O.U.’s and Sarmishkidu was whistling like an indignant bagpipe, Herr Syrup noticed how dim the light was getting. The gauge showed him that the outside batteries were rather run down also. Everything would have to be charged up again. He explained the situation. ‘Do you vant first turn on de bicycle or shall I?’ he asked.
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