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Her funnel was dirty-grey from top to bottom; two boats had been carried away; three copper ventilators looked like hats after a fight with the police; the bridge had a dimple in the middle of it; the house that covered the steam steering-gear was split as with hatchets; there was a bill for small repairs in the engine-room almost as long as the screw-shaft; the forward cargo-hatch fell into bucket-staves when they raised the iron cross-bars; and the steam-capstan had been badly wrenched on its bed.
The thrust-block had six collars, each faced with brass, and he did not wish to get them heated. All the bearings that supported the fifty feet of screw-shaft as it ran to the stern whispered: "Justice give us justice." "I can only give you what I can get," the screw answered. "Look out! It's coming again!"
Down the screw-shaft ran murmurs and warnings, while a heart-diseased flutter without told that the propeller needed re-keying. "How does she make it?" said the skipper. "She moves, but but she's breakin' my heart. The sooner we're at Pygang-Watai, the better. She's mad, and we're waking the town." "Is she at all near safe?" "What do I care how safe she is? She's mad. Hear that, now!
Why can't you push steadily and evenly, instead of whizzing like a whirligig, and making me hot under all my collars?" The thrust-block had six collars, each faced with brass, and he did not wish to get them heated. All the bearings that supported the fifty feet of screw-shaft as it ran to the stern whispered: "Justice give us justice." "I can only give you what I can get," the screw answered.
As it sank again, the engines and they were triple expansion, three cylinders in a row snorted through all their three pistons. "Was that a joke, you fellow outside?It's an uncommonly poor one. How are we to do our work if you fly off the handle that way?" "I didn't fly off the handle," said the screw, twirling huskily at the end of the screw-shaft.
Down the screw-shaft ran murmurs and warnings, while a heart-diseased flutter without told that the propeller needed re-keying. "How does she make it?" said the skipper. "She moves, but but she's breakin' my heart. The sooner we're at Pygang-Watai, the better. She's mad, and we're waking the town." "Is she at all near safe?" "What do I care how safe she is? She's mad. Hear that, now!
Her funnel was dirty-grey from top to bottom; two boats had been carried away; three copper ventilators looked like hats after a fight with the police; the bridge had a dimple in the middle of it; the house that covered the steam steering-gear was split as with hatchets; there was a bill for small repairs in the engine-room almost as long as the screw-shaft; the forward cargo-hatch fell into bucket-staves when they raised the iron cross-bars; and the steam-capstan had been badly wrenched on its bed.
"Was that a joke, you fellow outside? It's an uncommonly poor one. How are we to do our work if you fly off the handle that way?" "I didn't fly off the handle," said the screw, twirling huskily at the end of the screw-shaft. "If I had, you'd have been scrap-iron by this time. The sea dropped away from under me, and I had nothing to catch on to. That's all."
Its frame is inclined perpendicularly to the direction of the screw-shaft, the extremity of which is supported near the screw by a strengthened cross-stay serving as a pillow-block. The screw, although it has a wide surface of thrust, gives, nevertheless, a recoil of about 30 per cent., because of its location between the hulls and its oblique action on the shaft.
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