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Flushing deeply and casting a glance of anger at Maxwell, the young Irishman crushed down his feelings and said "Sure, I'm only jokin'. Put on the dress Mister Baldwin av ye plaze." A diver, like a too high-bred lady, cannot well dress himself. He requires two assistants. Rooney Machowl sat down on the plank beside Maxwell, who was busy taking off his dress, and acted according to orders.
Maxwell was silent, and at that moment the drift of thought and conversation was abruptly turned by Rooney Machowl shouting, "Dinner ahoy!" with impatient asperity. While engaged in the pleasant duty of appeasing hunger, our divers chatted on many subjects, chiefly professional.
The water instantly began to rush in, and he would certainly have been suffocated had he not signalled quickly, and been hauled up to the surface without delay. At the same time Rooney Machowl signalled to be hauled up in haste, and appeared on deck of the attendant vessel, in dreadful anxiety as to the consequence of his violent conduct under water. But Maxwell was not seriously injured.
"I'd sooner go to the " she stopped, unable to decide as to what part of earth she would not sooner go to than China, but not being versed in geography she finished by asserting that she'd sooner go to the moon! Pretty little Mrs Machowl, on the contrary, vowed that no power on earth should separate between her and her Rooney, and that if he went she should go, and the baby too.
So saying, the captain resumed his walk and Edgar went below to look after his engine, having, in passing, given Rooney Machowl instructions to overhaul the diving gear and get it into good working order. This Rooney did with much consequential display, for he dearly loved to bring about that condition of things which is styled "astonishing the natives."
Mrs Machowl dashed at her offspring, and, giving him an unmerciful thump on the back, effected the ejection of a mass of beef which had been the cause of the phenomena. "What a bu'ster it is the spalpeen," observed Rooney, with a smile, as he resumed the feeding process, much to Teddy's delight; "you'll niver do for a diver if you give way to appleplectic tendencies o' that sort.
"Yis, sur," returned Machowl, respectfully touching the peak of his cap and wrinkling his forehead very much, while he looked on at the further proceedings of the divers with that expression of deep earnest sincerity of attention which whether assumed or genuine is only possible to the countenance of an Irishman.
This couldn't have happened if I'd had one o' the noo helmets. Git off my " "Ochone! He's fainted!" cried Mrs Machowl; "help me, boys."
It is probable that the poor fellow would have gone on with his comments, though he spoke with difficulty and in a feeble voice, in which none of his characteristic gruffness remained, if he had not been cut short by Joe Baldwin and Rooney Machowl lifting him up and carrying him below. Rooney, who carried his shoulders, took occasion to say while on the way down:
It was finished last night, and now he's gone to fix the charge." "But I don't understand about the pressure, sur, at all at all," said Machowl, with a complicated look of puzzlement; "sure whin I putt my hand in wather I don't feel no pressure whatsomediver." "Of course not," responded Baldwin, "because you don't put it deep enough.