Later.—The sour mash freighter turns out to be a root-beer wagon on its way to a Sunday-school excursion. The enraged passengers are now kicking the hem of the lookout’s jacket.
The Committee on Jonah reports progress.
At 5.30 P. M. we ran into a [83] ]dust-gale, caused by an automobile party brushing their clothes after being chased by a bicycle cop. The air is thick with dust and whisk-brooms, and the Lithia’s passengers are lying, gasping, on the cravenette deck. The lookout sends word that he can’t see a pair of deuces.
The Captain has ordered the rose-sprinkler turned on and the electric-fans started.
The dust-fog lifted for a few moments, and the passengers were seen to be leaping overboard. The [84] ]Bos’un performed yoehoman service in rescuing the imperilled and helping the weak ones back on the Wagon. A collection was taken up to purchase him a silver-plated swinging ice-pitcher.