Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1917-06-21

see an auto stalled beside the road,
with the driver dripping perspiration
and tearing his heart out at the crank,
ask him that, and you will hear him
pour out his innermost soul in words
Of one syllable.
Bopp seemed disinclined to answer,
so 1 did 1t for him. You see, he could
make the engine 60, any child could,
but he wants to get it all warmed up
before he starts it. 1t is really kind
ness on his part. No humane man
would want to make poor, cold, gaso-
line engine run fast right at first. See |!
Mr.. Bopp is going to hold it in his lap
until it gets warm"
"Oh. dry up" snapped Bopp impo-
Iitely.
That's impossible" retorted. THE
earth itself is over two-thirds water,
| and l stack up considerably higher
than that"
| BOpp now had smudge Of dark
| grease on his light trousers, had worn
| a blister on the palm Of his hand and
had used up collar completely. He
opened valve on top Of the engine.
shifted suspiciously and looked wise.
IT'S flooded" he snorted.
Il can sympathize with It," said
feelingly.
After rummaging around In the lock-
err for awhile he got out collection Of
tools and began to remove steel plate
from the engine.
"In order to make it easier to under
stand the inner workings Of the en-
gine," explained to Lucille, "he is
| going to take it apart SO that you may
see each piece distinctly. l wonder If
he knows that he spilled some cylinder
oil in that place where he is now sit
ting. No matter. TO resume our lec-
ture, that thin piece Of tubing covered
with black grease Is the crank shaft.
| No; l am mistaken. That Is the mans
leg. The crank shaft Is that other
| thing not quite SO thin and shapeless.
Move your leg a little. will you, Bopp,
| so that Lucille can tell which Is the
crank shaftT'
There was no reply save a growl Of
rage from below where the young man
was standing on his head peering into
the gizzard Of the machine.
Don't forget to tell me when to let
so Of the rope" reminded him.
Lucille suddenly scrambled down into
the launch.
"Oh, Frank" she exclaimed, would
it make any difference II this wire
were fastened to something's"
He arose from his imitation of kan
CARGO about to jump down a mine
shaft and took the wire from her fin
gers without comment His feelings.
whatever they were. he did not dare
trust to speech. There was something
majestic about the repression of the
man that forbade comment. In pal
plating silence he attached the wire
to q place which seemed to be made
for It, reassembled the engine, wiped
OF his hands and grasped the crank.
He turned it once easily, and, "zing,"
the motor got down to business like
clock!
Lucille hastily scrambled out Of the
boat.
"Let her go!'' Bopp yelled. taking
hold Of the wheel In q pose good deal
like viking save for the grease on
his trousers. Odd vikings wear trou.
sers? My memory is at faulty
threw the line on board with q
feeling Of envy for one who was speed
ing to a square meal.
keep to starboard!' Lucille yelled.
"Koon IN tarhOardl There'a shallOw
water on the port sidey'
Bopp spun the wheel. and the launch
turned abruptly to the left
1.-The other wayr' screamed Lucille.
"Stapboard 10 on your right sidey'
She was too late. The boat stopped
suddenly. Bopp hastily took an i'm.
preston Of the steering wheel on the
pit Of his stomach.
yelled to Bopp. do you want any
helpr'
mo" he replied. bowling to me un
Intentionally from pain. holding one
hand on his belt line where the wheel
had struck him.
To Lucille I explained in as loud
tone Of voice as could command: 1T
Is a curious thing about many deep
water sailors that they cannot tell their
left and right hands apart. Say port
or 'starboard to them and they get
you at once"