The wagon was all made in small but neatly fitting sections, and all the several joints were made of rubber, so that the very fastest time over a rough road need not subject the occupants of the affair to any very severe jolting, and this forethought on the part of the boy was warmly praised by the Irishman.
“Here at the back of the wagon,” said Frank, “I have my vats for holding water, and those long pipes you see here will run along to the shafts, then from a ring they curve up to the haunches, and supply water to my boiler. Here at the sides I intend to carry a supply of sea coal, while I can make it last, and when I run out I’ll use wood or anything I can get, for my furnace will consume anything, and all I want from it is heat, and turf will give me that. Then in the center will be placed that wonderful trunk of mine, and I have made clasps to hold it down. I’ve invented a whole lot of new infernal contrivances, and I intend to scare the redskins out of their seven senses on this trip.”
“Ye can do it,” confidently asserted his admiring friend; “ye have the jaynus.”
“I will make their hair rise,” said Frank.
“An’ is Goorse well?” asked Barney.
“First-class,” said Frank.
“He’s a broth of a boy,” said Shea. “Well, and whin do we sthart away for fighting and fiddlin’?”
“Oho,” laughed Frank, “and do you mean to say that you’ve brought your fiddle with you again?”
“Bedad an’ I have,” grinned Barney. “Where I go, goes me fiddle. I have no wife, nor no childer, and me dear old fiddle’s me only darlint.”