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Register air velocity in feet. Put it away, Jode. You don't want that to-morrow. What you'll need, Hilbrun says, is a big old rain-gauge and rubber shoes." "I shall require nothing of the sort, Governor," Jode retorted at once. "And you can go to church without your umbrella in safety, sir. See there." He pointed to a storm-glass, which was certainly as clear as crystal.
Nobody minded the sluicing downpour this second instalment was much more of a thing than the first and Hilbrun alone kept a calm exterior the face of the man who lifts a heavy dumb-bell and throws an impressive glance at the audience. Assistant Lusk was by no means thus proof against success I saw him put a bottle back in his pocket, his face already disintegrated with a tipsy leer.
"Says he wants a cart at the depot, and a small building where he can be private," added Ogden. "Great, isn't it?" "You bet!" said Lin, brightening. The New Yorker's urbane but obvious excitement mollified Mr. McLean. "Ever seen rain made, Mr. Ogden?" said he. "Never. Have you?" Lin had not. Ogden offered him a cigar, which the puncher pronounced excellent, and we all agreed to see Hilbrun arrive.
"Not that the bomb don't produce first-class results at times and under circumstances," he said, "but it's uncertain and costly." The Governor hesitated about the hole in the roof, which Hilbrun told us was for a metal pipe to conduct his generated gases into the air. The owner of the barn had gone to Laramie. However, we found a stove-pipe hole, which saved delay.
"Him and his eye-glasses!" said the sceptical puncher, still looking away from me and surveying Ogden, who was approaching with the Governor. That excellent man, still at long range, broke out smiling till his teeth shone, and he waved a yellow paper at us. "Telegram from Hilbrun," he shouted; "be here to-morrow"; and he hastened up.
"And let me express my gratification that you do see my point." So we changed the subject. Our weather scheme did not at first greatly move the public. Beyond those who made up the purse, few of our acquaintances expressed curiosity about Hilbrun, and next afternoon Lin McLean told me in the street that he was disgusted with Cheyenne's coldness toward the enterprise.
"And what day would you prefer the shower?" said Hilbrun, after we had gone over our contract with him. "Any day would do," the Governor said. This was Thursday; and Sunday was chosen, as a day when no one had business to detain him from witnessing the shower though it seemed to me that on week-days, too, business in Cheyenne was not so inexorable as this.
Judge Burrage, perceiving the rain-maker, came out of his gate and proceeded toward him, extending the hand of congratulation. "Mr. Hilbrun," said he, "I am Judge Burrage the Honorable T. Coleman Burrage and I will say that I am most favorably impressed with your shower." "His shower!" yelped Jode, flourishing measurements. "Why, yu' don't claim it's yourn, do yu'?" said Lin McLean, grinning.
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