The Boy Soldier; Or, Garibaldi's Young Captain — page 199: what you’re looking at

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_ THE BOY SOLDIER; OR, GARIBALDI’S YOUNG CAPTAIN. ANY \ hp Ny yy is +3 == LL —== IEF E LEO LO = ‘ -—=- LA Ay LEA 0 OF ——J 4 | t . “I Hy Lip i Sw \J ‘ A DELIVERANCE—SEE NEXT NUMBER. The sergeant and his men tried to smile, but they could not, This trial was too much for their nerves. They expected a “smash’’ to take place every minute, This catastrophe was rendered almost certain when “Bill” the demon stoker received the wink from “‘ Joe” the driver as he shouted in the ser- geant’s ear, “You ain’t afraid?” The sergeant looked blue all over, but with a faint. smile shook his head, as much as to say, “No; none of the force are ever afraid of any- thing,” : ‘“‘]’m glad o’ that,” said Joe, “ because I’m going to carry a little more steam, Shake her up, Bill.” Bill gave her (that is to say, ‘ Vulcan”’) a “‘ good B8hake up,” and seemed much pleased, as he winked at Joe, and said, ‘The safety-valve’s all right, ain’t it, Joe?” “Yes, I think so; it’s a little shaky, but it don’t much matter; if the ‘bobbies’ ain’t scared, I don’t know why we should be, Give her another good shake up, Bill!” No, 25. The sergeant now began to look very serious, for he heard something about the safety-valve being “rather shaky,” and he firmly resolved if he should only escape that time, he’d never trust his life and limbs on a “fast engine’’ again—no, not for the chief inspector himself. There was no knowing how much Joe “could get out of her”’ (Vulcan) in speed, but at all events he had gone at a terrific rate, but that while passing through a station the danger signal was up, and the signal-man waved the danger flag in a wild, excited manner, Joe perceived the long arms working, and the flags waving. 3 “JT thought so, Bill,” said he, with a grin; “we ain’t far behind, I think.” “Ease her, Joe,” said Bill, “we might have a smash up,” Joe eased “ Vulcan’ into a twenty-mile-an-hour trot, and had not gone far, when he espied the ex- press turning a corner in the track, and enter a tunnel, All right, Bill, the ‘Vulcan’ has done its duty Comicbooksrco