He was neatly dressed in a suit of blue, with brass buttons, though some of the oil and grime of the engine defaced his uniform.

He bowed, and touched his cap to the commander, in the most respectful manner as he presented himself before him.
"For reasons which you will understand better, Mr.Vapoor, at a later period, Captain Passford is in a great hurry to reach Bermuda, where we are bound, at the earliest possible moment," the captain began.

"Our ordinary rate of speed is fourteen knots when we don't hurry her." "That is what I make her do when not otherwise instructed," replied the chief engineer.
"You assisted as a volunteer in building the engine of the Bellevite, and you were in the engine-room during the whole of the trial trip, three years ago," continued Captain Breaker with a smile on his face; and a smile seemed to be a necessity in the presence of the young man.
"That is all very true, captain; and I was more interested in this engine than I have ever been in any other, and it has fully realized my strongest hopes." "What speed did you get out of her on the trial trip ?" "Eighteen knots; but her machinery was new then.

The order of Captain Passford included the requirement that the engine of the vessel should give her the greatest speed ever produced in a sea-going steamer, and the Bellevite was built strong enough to bear such an engine.

I believe the company that built it fully met the requirement." "What do you believe to be her best speed, Mr.Vapoor ?" "I have never had the opportunity to test it, but I believe that she can make more than twenty knots, possibly twenty-two.