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I was plumb scared something had happened to you. Such a shaking and rumbling and rattling I never did hear! Did you feel it?" "I didn't feel nothin'!" answered Bill Hood. "Some one said there was a shock, that was all I heard about it. The machine's out of kilter." "They won't blame you, will they?" she asked anxiously. "You bet they won't!" he replied. "Look here, I'm hungry.
To Westerling they seemed like a procession of ghosts. The features of one were the features of all, graven with the weariness of the machine's treadmill. Their harness held them up. A moving platform under their feet kept their legs moving. They grouped around the great man's desk silently, Turcas, his lips a half-opened seam, his voice that of crinkling parchment, acting as spokesman.
Two stiff, sleepy, disgusted boys sat up in their nest of blankets and looked at each other through the framework of the Skyrocket next morning at something like seven o'clock. "And you said you wouldn't go to sleep," each said slowly and accusingly to the other, then both grinned sheepishly. "Oh, well, the machine's still here, so why grouch over a couple hours' sleep?" Tod defended.
By the deathless fallacy which credits or blames the ruling powers for everything, natural or supernatural, Shelby's party reaped abundantly where it had sown with niggard hand. The governor's personal deserts were more solid, the public recognizing his retarding ratchet as the cause of the machine's continence and the lowered tax-rate.
'Your machine's too slow, now, pardner, they tells me. 'We can have a coon in hell with this here petroleum before your old flint-and-tinder truck can get him warm enough to perfess religion. And so I gives up the kindler and drifts up here to K.C. This little curtain-raiser you seen me doing, Mr.
"All it needs is to have a chain link welded or glued or something; it won't take five minutes. And the fellow that owns it is a cripple and can't go out until this machine's fixed. Now go ahead, like a good chap; I'll hold your bonnet." "Eh? What bonnet?" The little man stared perplexedly. "I meant I'd help," answered Neil unabashed. "Help! Huh! Lot's of help, you'd be to any one!
I'd look nice opening the boss's mail, wouldn't I? Now you've read the worst of it you might as well dip into it far enough to find out just when she's coming. Somebody'll have to drive over to Conejo for her as long as the machine's busted." "I've read all I'm going to," said Scott, doggedly. "You can do the finding out." Mrs.
"Ay man, Dyohn," said the Deacon with great solicitude; "but you maunna work that brain o' yours too hard, though. A heid like yours doesna come through the hatter's hand ilka day o' the week; you mutht be careful not to put too great a thtrain on't. Ay, ay; often the best machine's the easiest broken and the warst to mend. You should take a rest and enjoy yourself.
With startled eyes she caught the impudent headlines: VANDERPOOL DROPPED Senate Refuses to Confirm Todd Insurgents Muster Enough Votes to Defeat Confirmation of President's Nominee Rumored Revenge for Machine's Defeat of Child Labor Bill Amendment. The paper trembled in her jewelled hands. She glanced down the column. "Todd asks: Who is Vanderpool, anyhow? What did he ever do?
See how the wires are sagging more and more every second." "Great Cesar's ghost! Listen. Yes, the wires must have hit the escape valve. Why, the gas is simply pouring out of the balloon. And the machine's getting heavier and heavier. And we're just resting on those six wires, Griggs! Oh, Lord!" "And presently, Hawkins, we shall break the wires and drop?" I suggested, with forced calm.
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