Mebbe if he sees the rest of you eatin' he'll remember to
eat himself. If he don't, though, remind him, for he's just as liable
to bring it back home again in his hand. Keep your eye on him!"
Jan nodded understandingly, and climbing into the dusty wagon, the
three men rattled off over the sandy road. Willie dropped his tools
into the bottom of the carriage but the slice of bread remained
untouched in his fingers. Now that triumph had brought a respite in
his labors he seemed silent and thoughtful. It was not until the
Admiral turned in at the Brewster gate that he roused himself
sufficiently to observe with irrelevance:
"Speakin' about that propeller of yours, Zenas Henry--it must be no end
of a temper-rasper."
Zenas Henry slapped the reins over the horse's flank and waited
breathlessly, hoping some further comment would come from the little
inventor, but as Willie remained silent, he at length could restrain
his impatience no longer and ventured with diffidence:
"S'pose you ain't got any notion what we could do about it, have you,
Willie?"
The old man shrugged his shoulders.
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