Read Online In a Latitude of Temperance (The Adventures of Ichabod Temperance Book 5) by Ichabod Temperance - Free Book Online

centrifuge, sickeningly dizzy and amazed to be alive. Our ambitious driver has persevered through his difficulties of negotiating the rapid turn and has managed to straighten the path of our viewing stand again.
    Tempseranci continues our flight from danger and points our craft to the deep water docks of Rio de Janeiro. It is most disconcerting that in releasing us from the spinning maneuver of the turn, the inertias have placed the third wheel in a position of pulling, instead of pushing, our steam-powered tricycle spectator’s platform. This seems to grant us a small measure of increased stability. It also frees us from the terrible vision of oncoming calamity. The downside, of course, is that we now ride backwards and cannot see where our rearward facing pilot takes us. We do enjoy a splendid view of the murderous, sword swinging cavalier astride his black charger as he now has the opportunity to chop at us with impunity as if cleaving his way through a jungle by way of machete.
    “I say, I think not, sir!”
    The Plumtartt girl stands, gripping a handrail for support, she skillfully parries the deadly slashing attacks of our fiendish foe with her azure parasol.
    “My word, Mr. Temperance, do you not think you could manage to free us from this dilemma? Eh, hem?”
    “Yes, Ma’am, Miss Plumtartt!”
    The tryke is spun once more, but in doing so, Ichsabod has upset both our carriage and the beautiful stallion that is in the service of our adversary.
    “Ha, ha! I count but twenty yards remaining to achieve the safety of the ship, ha, ha! Run for it, everyone!”
    The Counts Sezami and Onyx’Ula, along with WrenneFeyldde, and the Plumtartt girl run for the ‘Stoker’ .
    “We gotta slow this fellow down so our friends can get aboard the ship, y’all!”
    “Aye, I’m with ye’ lad.”
    “I too, shall assist. To achieve this, I stomp in this wooden vegetable stand with my heavy boots constructed of rich, Corinthian leather. Now I may wrench free this five foot length pole of wood that I can employ as a makeshift staff. I warn you, my sword swinging assassin, I have some training with the quarter-staff.”
    “So I see, but I shall quickly cut your wooden pole to splinters.”
    “That’ll do, you!”
    Curiously, and in a strange twist of irony, the Scotsman, Pol Steele, is fortunate enough to be able to arm himself with a steel pole and comes to my aid in the moment before my death strike.
    Though I had hoped he would make good use of the metal pole-arm, this is vibrated out of his hands with one good strike of the heavy steel sword from the wicked warrior.
    Senor Steele and I are forced to retreat, leaving Tempseranci as our last hope of defense. This last hope quickly reveals itself to be a hopeless one for the ever-idiotic boy is only able to arm himself with an armful of spilled vegetables from where I gathered my staff.
    What is this I am witness to? Ichsabod is actually able to drive the demon back! He is hurling the vegetables at our foe with remarkable strength. Though he is able to hurl the vegetables with great speed and accuracy, I would not think he is throwing his veggies hard enough to hurt the man; nevertheless, our assailant is being held at bay. No, more than that, Icksabodi is even able to drive the beast backwards. Those garlic bulbs must be slightly green, and therefore very hard, for they apparently cause the black brute great discomfort. This is strange to me, as earlier, our blows had little effect. The strongly scented root bulbs are most definitely having a devastating effect against the bladed terror! Steele and I have made it to the ship!
    “Henh! Cast off this ship’s mooring lines! Get us off this pier immediately! Throw off that gangplank!”
    “Mr. WrenneFeyldde, no! My Mr. Temperance is not yet aboard!”
    “Shut up you stupid female! Engage the paddles!”
    “Senor Temperanci, the ‘Stoker’ is pulling away!”
    “Disengage, Icky!”
    “Run Ichabod, run! Run, run, run! Si,