Not much.
That genial son of Erin’s Isle was not to be beaten so easily.
A daring plan had come into his head and he proceeded to execute it.
He had noticed that Pomp sat in an iron chair in the pilot-house.
This was with his back to the staircase which led down into the dynamo room.
Barney very quietly sneaked down the back stairs and into the dynamo room.
He procured a long coil of wire and connected it with one of the huge batteries.
Donning insulating gloves he carried the wire stealthily up the stairs until he crouched behind Pomp.
The darky was vamping and singing away in boisterous fashion.
The Celt had the wire ready and quickly gave it a twist around one of the iron legs of the chair.