Now the captain turned and said, “Let’s give ’em a rocket!”
>“LET’S GIVE THEM A ROCKET.”
I have forgotten to tell you that the captain had in tow a miniature craft, which he fondly called Baby Mine. It was made of tin, and was altogether a miraculous sort of boat, as I soon discovered, for it held all sorts of things one might want for comfort upon or in the water.
Baby Mine was entirely decked in, having a tin “hatch,” into which the captain put his hand and produced a small lamp, which was fitted to a groove in the bows. This was lighted by means of matches, and a rocket next appeared. The latter was fixed in an upright position upon Baby Mine. The captain held the boat with one hand and touched off the rocket with the other.
Whiz-z-z-z-z!
And away it sped into the black sky above, and then:
Bang!
A myriad of tiny sparkles flew outward and then fell slowly, streaking the sky for a moment with a rainbow of fire. We could see in the pallid light the group that still lingered upon the wharf, half a mile away.
“Now,” said Boyton, “let’s have a little stage effect.”