“I’se full ob it!” he howled. “Somebuddy insulate me!”
Just then he caught sight of the wire that tripped him.
He thought it was a loose piece into which his foot got tangled.
Intending to disengage it, he hoisted up the bound foot across his knee, and to balance himself reached out one hand and grasped one of the metal posts.
Another shock followed.
Pomp let out a roar that would have done credit to a Comanche.
He relaxed his hold on the post as if it were red hot, and made a wild rush for the other end of the room, bawling:
“De hull ship’s ‘lectrified! Tu’n on de hose! Lor’ amighty, put me out! I’se ‘lectrocuted! Help, help, help!”
Snap went the wire from his ankle just then.
It had necessarily been put on insecurely, and he gained his freedom.