bucket-dump

Updated: May 5, 2025

Then he lighted a cigarette, shielding the flame of the match in his hands. "They's three of 'em," Shorty whispered. "You oughta saw 'em. Say, when you made that bucket-dump noise they was fair quiverin'. They's one at the window now tryin' to peek in." Smoke glowed his cigarette, and glanced at his watch. "We've got to do this thing regularly," he breathed.

Jack London - Smoke Bellew