StNicholas [serial] . below and black above the water-line. The engine, of two horse-power, was placedwell toward the stern. There was a neat brasssteering-wheel, brass flag-sockets, brass cleatsand a round disk of brass let into the forwarddeck which puzzled them all until investigationproved it to be the inlet to the gasolene tank. That s so, muttered Dick, we ve got tohave gasolene, have nt we? Well, Chub answered, you might get alongwith tomato catsup or witch hazel, but gasolenelaunches seem to take to gasolene better than any-thing else. You run away, said Dick. Only thing is, Idont know
StNicholas [serial] . below and black above the water-line. The engine, of two horse-power, was placedwell toward the stern. There was a neat brasssteering-wheel, brass flag-sockets, brass cleatsand a round disk of brass let into the forwarddeck which puzzled them all until investigationproved it to be the inlet to the gasolene tank. That s so, muttered Dick, we ve got tohave gasolene, have nt we? Well, Chub answered, you might get alongwith tomato catsup or witch hazel, but gasolenelaunches seem to take to gasolene better than any-thing else. You run away, said Dick. Only thing is, Idont know how much the stuff costs or whereyou buy it. I ve only got about three dollarswith me. But inquiry solved the matter for them. Gaso-lene could be bought at the next wharf above andthe cost of it was only about twenty cents a stuck his head through the little door underthe forward decking and reported that the tank,according to his belief, would hold only some tengallons. Dick sighed with relief. One of the. freight handlers took a great interest in them andtheir boat and proved invaluable, producing arope with which to tie the boat up to the wharf,giving them the address of a man who couldmake flags and poles to occupy the fascinatingsockets and lending practical assistance when,presently, they started to get the engine to run-ning. I desire to say right now that some one oughtto apologize for the behavior of Thomas during that trying period, and as ThomasH. Eaton has failed to apologize himself I 11 doit for him. Chub sat well out of the way of thenear-leather cushion in the bow and just simplybubbled over with advice and observations. Theengine consisted of a mysterious vermilion-enam-eled cylinder about fourteen inches high flankedon one side by a strange contrivance of brass,called, according to the card of directions whichhung from it, a carbureter and which looked likea small soup-bowl adorned with valves andsprings. In front of the cylinder was a heav
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