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"Were you calling me, Captain Hallett?" Captain Jethro shook his big head. "Callin'!" he repeated. "I've been bellerin' like the foghorn for five minutes. A little more of it and I'd have run out of steam or bust a b'iler, one or t'other. Ain't been struck deef, have you, Mr. Bangs?" "No ah no, I trust not. I was ah thinking, I presume, and I did not hear you. I'm very sorry." "That's all right.
I thought she had upset or busted her b'iler! said the Yankee, looking around him with a bewildered air. The two spectators were laughing furiously, and they could scarcely stand the trick which had been played upon them. 'Let your old machine go to blazes! muttered Ethan. 'If it acts that way, I don't want nothin' to do with it.
"Now now now, Sam," he stammered. "I I You don't understand. You ain't got it right. The captain interrupted. "Don't try so hard, Jed," he continued. "Take time to get your steam up. You'll bust a b'iler if you puff that way. Let's see what it is I don't understand. You found this money behind those boards?" "Eh? Yes . . . yes . . . but " "Wait. And you found it this mornin'?"
Steam's up! said the young man John, so called, in a low tone. Three hundred and sixty-five tons to the square inch. Let him blow her off, or he'll bu'st his b'iler. The divinity-student took it calmly, only whispering that he thought there was a little confusion of images between a galvanic battery and a charge of cavalry.
'Tis the expinse av retubin' her condensers that always frightened ould Webb, and whin he lost conthrol the blatherskite booby av a port ingineer the new owners app'inted come down to the ship, looked her over, wit' niver a question to me that knew the very sowl av her, and reported to the owners that what she needed was another b'iler."
Sometimes his head was free enough to shout his orders, and sometimes both man and bow were smothered in suds. "Keep that fall clear!" would come his order "Stand ready to catch the yawl! Shut that " here a souse would stop his breath, "shut that furnace door! Do ye want the steam out of the b'iler?" etc., etc.
Ef the red-skins git any ways troublesome, I'm comin' back arter this y'ar covey. Ef yer don't want to sell him, yer needn't. Ef I bought him, it ain't likely I'd run him long afore I'd bust his b'iler, or blow my own head off. 'Just what I thought when you were trying to persuade me to sell it, interrupted the boy.
I do know a feller what works with him they say he's close to the ol' man. Bill Medders. Knowed Bill when he was a little cack, knee-high to a grasshopper. They say he wrote a book about Eddy's son. I'd know Bill Medder's voice if I heard it in a b'iler factory." Bill Brown could hardly repress a smile. "I guess you must mean William H. Meadowcroft. His 'Boys' Life of Edison' sure is a dandy book.
Speak plainly!" cried Miss Wyllys. "There's an accident happened to the steamboat," added Mammy. "B'iler bust dearie me Miss Jane's scall to death!" exclaimed Hetty. A cry of horror burst from Elinor and her aunt, and they turned towards Mammy Sarah.
Don't never let me catch you coming into my kitchen that way again, or I'll shut you up in the big b'iler," growled Debby, who thought it her duty to snub children on all occasions. Rose scrambled into the china-closet as rapidly as possible, and there refreshed herself by making faces at Debby, while she settled her plumage and screwed up her courage.
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