BIGGLES DOES SOME HOMEWORK
by Captain W.
E. Johns
2. CHAPTER
2 – ALEXANDER GORDON MacKAY (Pages 25 – 38) (24 – 33)
“It did not take Biggles long to pass
on to his staff pilots the gist of the conversation that had just taken place
in the Air Commodore’s office. Algy and
Ginger listened in astonished silence.
Bertie looked shocked, and in his indignation allowed his monocle to
fall. However, he caught it
expertly. The team take it badly. “I vote we all go on strike. How about it?
In this perishing country it’s the only way to get things done – if you
see what I mean”. Bertie looked around
for approval. Biggles rings the Air
Commodore saying he is ready to receive the applicant for the new post. The team are all expecting a large,
red-haired Scot to walk in. When he
comes in “a hush fell. No one
spoke. Everyone was staring. Biggles had been prophetic when he remarked
the world was full of surprises, for the man now standing before them bore no
resemblance to the type that had been expected.
He was small and slight in stature.
His features were finely cut, as if they had been intended for the
opposite sex. His eyes were dark under
black brows. His hair, as could be seen
when he took off his cap, was straight, brushed well back and as black at the
plumage of a crow. But what had probably
taken everyone aback was the colour of his skin. It was the pale brown tint of heather
honey”. Biggles tells him that in view
of his (Scottish) name, “you don’t exactly line up with what he had reason to
expect”. Mackay says “If it’s my
complexion that worries you don’t blame me.
I have to thank my great-great-grandfather for that”. Mackay explains that one of his ancestors was
a “squaw man” and married a Red Indian girl.
Biggles ask “Just to satisfy my curiosity why did he do that? Weren’t there any white girls about?” “Probably not. If there were apparently
he preferred a red one” is the answer.
Mackay says his ancestor commanded a Scottish regiment under General
Wolfe in Canada. He was wounded and the
daughter of an Indian Chief nursed him back to health. So he married
her. It was as simple as that. In due course he returned home bringing his
family with him. “The Indian blood must
be pretty strong for it to have persisted for so long. From time to time since that first generation
it has cropped up. My father is white
with red hair. My brothers and sisters
are blondes. I happened to be one of the
unlucky ones. “Why unlucky?” questioned
Biggles. “I call that a fascinating
story. It delights me to know there’s
still some romance in a world that’s quickly going bonkers. I’d have thought you’d something to be proud
of. I’d be only too happy to have a Red
Indian on my coat of arms – if I had a coat of arms”. Mackay replies “It’s no joke having to go
through life explaining how I got my coloured hide, particularly in these days
of race and prejudice”. Biggles guesses
that Mackay’s nickname was “Jock”.
Mackay asks why. “Because it
seems to be traditional in the British Armed Forces to call anyone named
Mackay, Jock. In the same way a Murphy
automatically becomes ‘Spud’ and a Miller, ‘Dusty’. If they didn’t call you Jock, since it’s
customary to give everyone a nickname, what did they call you?” asks
Biggles. “Minnie” say Mackay, explaining
it comes from Minnehaha, from Longfellow’s (1855) poem, The Song of
Hiawatha, about the legendary chief of the Iroquois Indians. Mackay says he was asked by his C.O. if he’d
care to join the Air Police and he said yes.
Biggles explains that they are the air police. “All of it?” Mackay looked surprised. “The entire caboodle. What we lack in numbers we try to make up for
in efficiency”. Mackay asks if they carry
machine guns to shoot down crooks.
Biggles explains they are flying detectives. “On occasion, when there’s dangerous work to
be done, we may carry pistols in our pockets for use only in
self-defence”. “What would we do with
machine guns? We could hardly dash
around shooting down machines, possibly unarmed, even if we had reason to
suspect something fishy. Don’t
worry. If it’s danger you want we get plenty”.
Mackay asks if they have jets.
“No. And we don’t want them. Quite often we have to make landings where
there are no servicing facilities within hundreds of miles. We can’t carry concrete runways around with
us. We’re equipped to do our own running
repairs. If you fly with us you’ll learn something about do-it-yourself
aviation”. Mackay explains his flying
experience and shows Biggles his logbook, the small regulation service logbook
in which all flights are recorded.
Biggles tells Mackay that if he were accepted for the job, the idea
would be for a month’s probation, as a cadet, to see how he shaped up. If all went well, he would be confirmed as a
police pilot for pay and allowances. As
Mackay leaves, Biggles says “Goodbye for now, Mackay”. “Just call me Minnie,” he said “It sounds
less formal”. When he has left, Biggles
asks the others what they think of him and they all agree he seems like the
right type for them. Biggles says he
will tell Raymond that they will give him a trial run.