“When are you going to try it?” said Gilmore.
“To-morrow afternoon. Mr Round’s going to send a cart for it and four of his men to get it down.”
“We will be there,” said Macey with a scowl such as would be assumed by the wicked man in a melodrama, and then the workshop was locked up.
Chapter Twenty Nine.
Trying an Experiment.
“Pray, pray, be careful, Vane, my dear,” cried Aunt Hannah, the next afternoon, when the new propeller had been carefully lifted on to the miller’s cart, and the inventor rushed in to say good-bye and ask the doctor and his aunt to come down for the trial, which would take place in two hours’ time exactly.
Then he followed the cart, but only to be overtaken by the rector’s other three pupils, Macey announcing that Mr Syme was going to follow shortly.
Vane did not feel grateful, and he would have rather had the trial all alone, but he was too eager and excited to mind much, and soon after the boat was drawn up to the side of the staging, at the end of the dam, the ponderous affair lifted from the cart, and the miller came out to form one of the group of onlookers.