"Men, the boat's on fire! For God's sake, run ashore!"
Then, of course, panic in the crowd,
Shrieks and groans and curses and the fire's growin' roar.
Down below, 'round the fires there
Crew all took the fever, run up front and prayed—
All but Slim. He didn't seem to care;
Didn't have no feelin's and so he stayed.
Pilot yelled through the speakin' tube,—
"Can you keep the paddles goin' while I make a landin', Jack?"
"Blamed hot here, but I'll mind yer signals, Rube;