. St. Nicholas [serial] . up into theair. The loose outside hay having been con-sumed, they gradually subsided, and the whole i89i. THE FORTUNES OF TOBY TRAFFORD. 179 became a smoldering and smoking heap, with apulsing underglow, and little red tongues quiver-ing here and there through the blackened surface,and with a fringe of fire around the loweredges, where the boat had become ignited. Then Yellow Jacket had to tell how he wouldhave saved the scow if he had not had moreimportant business on hand. I d have gone alongside, and with my bailerI d have kep her sides wet, and finally have within
. St. Nicholas [serial] . up into theair. The loose outside hay having been con-sumed, they gradually subsided, and the whole i89i. THE FORTUNES OF TOBY TRAFFORD. 179 became a smoldering and smoking heap, with apulsing underglow, and little red tongues quiver-ing here and there through the blackened surface,and with a fringe of fire around the loweredges, where the boat had become ignited. Then Yellow Jacket had to tell how he wouldhave saved the scow if he had not had moreimportant business on hand. I d have gone alongside, and with my bailerI d have kep her sides wet, and finally have within thirty or forty feet jest where your riflesunk. Even if I could find it, I d rather bringa dro wneded body to the surface any day. WhenI git holt of a drowneded body my fust lookoutallers is that the drowneded body shan t git holtof me. Then I — But we may as well omit the thrilling details. • I 11 sell you my rifle now, said Lick Stevens, cheap. And it s a better gun than yours everwas. To-days shooting proves ? BERTHA SAT IN THE BOW BEHIND YELLOW JACKET, WHERE HE HAD PLACED HER got water enough into her to sink her. She mighta got scorched a little about the gills. And so might you, said Tom. Youcould nt have stood the heat. It was justawful before I went overboard! What did you throw your gun away for ? Lick asked. To save it, said Tom. You saved it with a vengeance! said YellowJacket. You never 11 see it again. I ve hadtoo much experience as a diver to give threecents for your chance. This opinion, from the lips of an expert,Tom found depressing. You can get it, without half trying, he remember where it went down. I would nt take the contract, replied Yel-low Jacket, exaggerating in advance the difficul-ties of what he really meant to undertake. Itsmuddy bottom out there; and you cant tell Tom was not consoled by this offer. Heremained silent the rest of the way, rehearsingin his mind the account he should give of theaccident on reaching home. Chapter
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