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He gave a powerful twist at one of the handles. "That'll " he began. "Pouff!" roared the Gasowashine, rearing up and lunging wildly from side to side for a moment. Then it started down the aisle in earnest. Bang! Bang! Bang! echoed from the crockery inside. Puff! Puff! Puff! said the motor, driving its hardest. "Ciel!" wailed the cook "I shall let it go? Yes?"
"Is it to release the hold?" asked the Frenchman as the wheels touched the floor. "No, not till I hey!" cried Hawkins, starting back in amazement. "Our our dishes!" ejaculated the manager breathlessly. The Gasowashine and the cook were traveling across the kitchen together.
"But I cannot," gasped the Frenchman as the Gasowashine sets its wheels upon the incline. "Here! Somebody get in front of that thing!" commanded Macdougal. "Don't let it go up. Knock it over!" "If you knock that over!" stormed Hawkins, springing to the side of his contrivance and feeling excitedly for the valve which should shut off the supply of gasolene.
And then the big man picked himself up some twenty feet from the spot where he had dared the wrath of the Gasowashine.
Tears rose to his eyes as he made a rapid survey of the havoc, but he kept his wits and shouted: "Knock it over! Somebody knock it over!" A big military-looking man in evening clothes sprang forward. I offered a prayer for him and held my breath. He rushed to the Gasowashine, seized it with his mighty arms, and gave a shove.
Catch hold of the other side and don't let go until I tell you." The cook complied. Really, the Gasowashine seemed to turn more easily than might have been expected from its huge bulk.
Now, if I wished to move it to the other end of this room, I should simply turn the Gasowashine upside down, allow it to rest upon the fly-wheels, which keep on revolving of course, and steer it wherever I desired." "And so you might go a little better and put on a saddle and a steering-wheel and take a ride around the Park while you were washing dishes?"
Most of them, men and women, scrambled away from the main aisle, which seemed to have been selected by the Gasowashine for its further performances. "Hawkins," I panted when I had managed to regain breath, "why don't you knock the cursed thing over?" "There, there, there, Griggs," sizzled Hawkins, dashing the perspiration from his eyes. "I've almost control of it now. I'll just shut off this "
It looked, as nearly as it resembled any other thing on earth, like a piano box; but on each side, near the top, was a huge fly-wheel, the two being apparently fastened to the ends of an axle. For the rest of the mechanism, it was all concealed. I rightly surmised the monstrosity to be the Gasowashine. The fly-wheels were revolving slowly, and this seemed to irritate Hawkins. "Good-evening, Mr.
The Gasowashine, I presume, or such combustible fragments as remained, found an inglorious grave next day in the ranges of the same kitchen which had witnessed the start of its short little life. Perhaps some of the blame should rest upon the barbaric habit of having Sunday dinner in the middle of the afternoon.
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