"Say, you'd oughter seen him!" exclaimed he, forgetting everything else
in his pleasure. "He was struck clean abeam! He never suspected
nothin' about it an' the surprise took him broadside. An' it works!"
continued the little man with enthusiasm. "Yes, siree! It works!
That cockleshell of a _Sea Gull_ goes rippin' along through the eel
grass, her propeller clear and free as if she had twenty fathoms of
water under her. It's as pretty a sight as you'd care to look on."
Mr. Galbraith watched the shining eyes of the inventor.
"Mr. Spence," he said, "that idea of yours is going to be a very useful
and valuable one. Have you thought of that?"
Willie flushed.
"Well," replied he with hesitation, "yesterday when I was shuckin'
clams it did come to me that mebbe there'd be other folks besides Zenas
Henry would like it."
"A great many folks!" rejoined the capitalist. "I am in a position to
know, because shipbuilding chances to be my business."
"So I was told," his listener remarked quietly. An expression of quick
surprise passed over the other's countenance.
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