“Yes; three or four feet.”
“We must have got something screwed on upside down.”
“No,” said Will, firmly; “it’s all right, just as old Boil O put it together when it was done.”
“But it isn’t all right,” cried Manners; “the suckers or something must have been left out.”
“Oh, why didn’t we try it? Why didn’t we try it when it was done?” groaned Will. “I did want to, but Boil O said there was no time for me to be playing my games.”
At that moment Mr Willows ran up.
“Well,” he cried, “why don’t you pump?”
“We did, father, but it won’t go.”
“Then don’t waste time. Here, Manners!”
“Catch hold,” shouted the artist, thrusting the copper branch into the nearest man hands and running up.