WALTER SQUARES AN ACCOUNT
was gloomy after the dazzling sunshine above, and he halted to get his bearings. Then moving forward, he almost stumbled into the barricade of furniture. Walter leaned over, grasped him by the shoulder, and exclaimed:
"I'm glad to see you aboard. Did you have a pleasant trip?"
The steam-shovel man jumped back, and emitted a yell which could have been no louder if he had been clutched by a ghost.
"Are you honestly alive?" he gasped. "You blessed young rascal, you! You scared me out of a year's growth."
"Of course I am alive, and doing very nicely, thank you. How in the world did you happen to get on my trail? And what about the tug and the rest of the outfit?"
Walter tried to make his voice sound as if this were a commonplace meeting, but his eyes twinkled with mischief as he thought of the second surprise in store for the steam-shovel man.
"I'll tell you all about it when you are safe aboard the Dauntless yonder," said Devlin. "And what are you doing roosting on that heap
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