Davis pulled a couple of ropes—there was a jingling of small bells far below, the boat's speed slackened, and the pent steam began to whistle and the gauge-cocks to scream:
"BY THE MARK TWAIN!"
"By the mark twain!"
"Quar-ter-her-er-less twain!"
"Eight and a half!"
"Eight feet!"
"Seven-ana-half!"
Another jingling of little bells and the wheels ceased turning altogether. The whistling of the steam was something frightful, now—it almost drowned all other noises.
"Stand by to meet her!"
George had the wheel hard down and was standing on a spoke.
"All ready!"
The boat hesitated—seemed to hold her breath, as did the captain and pilots—and then she began to fall away to starboard and every eye lighted:
"Now then!—meet her! meet her! Snatch her!"
The wheel flew to port so fast that the spokes blended into a spider-web—the swing of the boat subsided—she steadied herself
"Seven feet!"
"Sev—six and a half!"
"Six feet! Six f"
Bang! She hit the bottom! George shouted through the tube:
"Spread her wide open! Whale it at her!"
Pow—wow—chow! The escape-pipes belched snowy pillars of steam aloft, the boat ground and surged and trem-
