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It was a day's risky work; but anything was better than drowning at the end of a tow-rope; and if the forward cylinder had fallen, it would have made its way to the sea-bed, and taken the Haliotis after. "Where are we going to, and how long will they tow us?" he asked of the skipper. "God knows! and this prize-lieutenant's drunk. What do you think you can do?" "There's just the bare chance," Mr.
"We can take the cylinder-cover off by hand, if we sweat; but to get the rod out o' the piston's not possible unless we use steam. Well, there'll be steam the morn, if there's nothing else. She'll fizzle!" Next morning men from the shore saw the Haliotis through a cloud, for it was as though the deck smoked.
Further, the last dying hiccup of the Haliotis seemed or it might have been the Malay from the boat-house to have lifted the thing bodily on its bolts, and set it down inaccurately as regarded its steam connections. "If we only had one single cargo-derrick!" Mr. Wardrop sighed.
The men crowded to the verandah-rail, kicking aside the long cane chairs. They pointed, gesticulated, and argued freely, without shame. The militia regiment sat down in the Governor's garden. The Governor retired to his hammock it was as easy to be killed lying as standing-and his women squeaked from the shuttered rooms. "She sold?" said the grey~bearded man, pointing to the Haliotis. He was Mr.
When he saw how they ate, and when he remembered that none of the pearl patrol-boats were expected for two months, he sighed. But the crew of the Haliotis lay down in the verandah, and said that they were pensioners of the Governor's bounty. A grey-bearded man, fat and bald-headed, his one garment a green-and-yellow loin-cloth, saw the Haliotis in the harbour, and bellowed for joy.
Further, the last dying hiccup of the Haliotis seemed or it might have been the Malay from the boat-house to have lifted the thing bodily on its bolts, and set it down inaccurately as regarded its steam connections. "If we only had one single cargo-derrick!" Mr. Wardrop sighed.
The spare gear of the Haliotis had been unusually complete, and two-and-twenty men, armed with screw-jacks, differential blocks, tackle, vices, and a forge or so, can look Kismet between the eyes without winking. The crew were ordered to replace the holding-down and shaft-bearing bolts, and return the collars of the thrust-block. When they had finished, Mr.
No man saw the Haliotis depart, though many heard her. She left at two in the morning, having cut her moorings, and it was none of her crew's pleasure that the engines should strike up a thundering half-seas-over chanty that echoed among the hills. Mr. Wardrop wiped away a tear as he listened to the new song. "She's gibberin' she's just gibberin'," he whimpered. "Yon's the voice of a maniac."
Morning showed her out of sight of land, and there was a visible ripple under her bows; but she complained bitterly in her bowels, and, as though the noise had called it, there shot along across the purple sea a swift, dark proa, hawk-like and curious, which presently ranged alongside and wished to know if the Haliotis were helpless.
He had, he thought, deserved well of his country; and if only some one would buy the unhappy Haliotis, moored in the harbour below his verandah, his cup would be full. He looked at the neatly silvered lamps that he had taken from her cabins, and thought of much that might be turned to account. But his countrymen in that moist climate had no spirit.
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