"By the mark twain!"
"Quar—ter—her—er—less twain!"
"Eight and a half!"
"Eight feet!"
"Seven-ana-half!"
Another jingling of little bells and the wheels ceased turning altogether. The whistling of the steam was something frightful now—it almost drowned all other noises.
"Stand by to meet her!"
George had the wheel hard down and was standing on a spoke.