Chapter Twenty-OneHot air rises. That was enough scientific knowledge to be going on with. I peeked into the burner and immediately regretted it as my eyes watered in the sweet-smelling smoke. My goggles were on my forehead, so I strapped them on and took another look. It was no use: every piece of wood blazed merrily. Patrick had stacked the fire with admirable skill, the wretched fool.
I dived for my bag and searched for the welding gauntlets Mary had so thoughtfully packed for me. They were nowhere to be seen, although I did find a double-ended adjustable spanner that I thought might be just the thing for stabilising the tin horse a little. Presumably I could fashion a similar spanner to steady the back legs. If I didn’t, the pendulum rhythm of the movement wouldn’t work at all. Of cou
