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Updated: May 14, 2025
"And no one killed or maimed? No Crano-Scale widows or orphans?" "Oh, Griggs, you are Ha! She's starting!" The Crano-Scale emitted an ear-piercing shriek. The big steel crane was in motion. I watched the thing. Gracefully the coal-scuttle dipped into the pile of coal, dug for a minute, swung upward again.
The wretched contraption was bent on shoving us off! "What will we do?" I managed to shout. "Why why why why why " Hawkins cried breathlessly. But, my course of action had been settled for me. The scoop of the Crano-Scale caught me amidships, and I plunged downward into the coal. That there was a considerable degree of shock attached to my landing may easily be imagined.
"There she is!" said the inventor laconically, pointing across the gulf. I made my way to his side and stared through the gloom. Something seemed to loom up over there. Presently, as my eyes grew accustomed to the change, I perceived the arm of a huge crane, from which was suspended an enormous scoop. "You mean that mastodonic coal-scuttle?" I inquired. "Precisely. That's the Hawkins Crano-Scale."
"Well er I'm paying for that part," Hawkins acknowledged, "until I've finished perfecting a motor particularly adapted for the Crano-Scale, you see." I smiled audibly. I think that Hawkins was about to take exception to the smile, but a voice from without bawled loudly: "Two tons nut!" "Ah, there she goes again!" said the inventor rapturously.
I essayed to climb nimbly toward the door which the Crano-Scale had used, and suddenly landed on my hands and knees. "Are you out?" shrieked Hawkins. "I can't stick here!" "And I can't get out!" I replied. "Well, you ouch!" There was a dull, rattling whack beside me; bits of coal flew in all directions. Hawkins had landed. "Well!" he exclaimed, sitting up.
"Don't you see, the next time they need nut-coal, they'll set the engine going and the scoop " "Four tons nut, Bill!" said a faraway voice. "Yep! Four ton. Start up that blamed machine!" "What? What did he say?" cried the inventor. "Something about starting the engine." "That's what I thought. They're going to use the Crano-Scale, Griggs! We're saved! We're saved!" "I fail to see it."
This time the Crano-Scale executed a sudden detour before descending. Indeed, the thing came so painfully near to our perch that the wind was perceptible, and when the giant coal-scuttle had passed and dropped, my heart was hammering out a tattoo. "I don't believe this ledge is safe, Hawkins," I said. "Nonsense." "But that thing came pretty close." "Oh, it won't act that way again. Watch!
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