The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-03-09

last the woFK n6lze5 began 6SaI8, bdr-
with the blapketing blacksmith shop In
the way we couldn't see thing and
could only make wild guesses at what
the raiders were up to. Along about
the middle Of the forenoon they fired
up one or more Of the boilers; a whif
OF wind coming along the side of the
mountain blew the smoke over 30 that
some Of 1t drifted into the shaft-house
through the high windows. Still we
were completely lost In the guessing
wilderness.
II was u little after noon, while we
were squatting on the floor to eat
another meal warmed up over the chip
fire, that we found out the answer
to all the guesses and learned what
the mechanical noises of the night
and forenoon had been leading up to.
One of the left-overs from the work
ing period of the mine was good-sized
steam force pump which, we took II,
had once been installed on one Of the
lower mine levels and had been hoisted
out of the shaft ahead Of the advanc-
ing water flood and put under shelter
In corner Of the boiler shed. AS
l was passing my tin cup for more OF
Daddy's excellent coffee the rattle and
clank of pump began to make itself
heard, together with the coughing
chug-chug of the steam exhaust there
from.
That's that low-level pump!' l ex-
claimed. "They must have connected
1t up with the boil"
Whoosh! that Was just us far as
got. In the middle midst of the word
boilers" ii two-inch jet Of muddy wa
! ter came curving up through one of
the window openings to arch over and
full, splash, all over us as we sat
munching our dinner. EverlaStingly
ruined the dinner, put out the fire. up
set the coffee pot, and made drowned
rats of both Of us In less time than II
takes to tell it-much less.
So much for that. or course, we ran
and ducked and lodged like the
! drowned rats | speak of hunting for
hole. But now Bullerton's devilish
, engineering ingenuity came into play.
BY some means as yet unknown to us,
he had cOntrived Il movable nozzle to
his Squirtgun, and in another minute
there wasn't u single dry spot left In
that shufthouse. | venture to say that
Daddy aUd and the dog ran full
mile trying To get out of range Of that
! demoniacul sozzle-machhie, but there
wasn't corner Of the place that 1t
couldn't, and didn't, reach.
! During the night the scOundrelS had
laid a pipe line from the pump in the
| boiler shed alongside Of our prison
fortress; this with an upright eNten-
sion on the business Gii;, 3G T. At the
top of the sandpipe stem there was an
elbow with short joint OF pipe
screwed into it to point our way; and
on the end of this nozzle there was a
: piece OF rubber hose. Under the jcrky
impulses OF the pump strokes this flcx-
! ible extension Of the nozzle Topped
up and down and around and side
wise, like the nose of patent lawn
! sprinkler; and there you are-or there
we were.
"Gosh-to-SolOmon! Daddy splut-
! tered, 1--WE amt on the water wagon
we're spank inside Of IL! Are you re-
memberln, Stannie that they can keep
this gosh-dum thing up f'reverI All In
the world they've got to do is to put
| stick O. wood on the fire now and
then Say, son; they got us goin' and
comm; we can't eat, and we can't
sleep no more whatever"
by heavens, ! own those boilers,
and If could get stick of dynamite