"Then," Matt continued, "the money should be spent--"
"In retubing her condensers," declared the engineer emphatically. "Do
that an' do a good job on her, an' she'll have shteam enough for thim
fine big ingines av hers on thirty-two ton a day, an' less. An' have
a care would ye buy her until she ships a new crank shaft. She's a
crack in the web av the afther crank shaft ye could shtick a knife
blade into. She may run for years, but sooner or later some wan'll
have a salvage claim agin ye if ye neglect it now. An', for the love
av heaven, have nothin' to do wit' her big motor. 'Twas bur-rnt out
by him that had her ahead av me--bad cess to him, whereiver he is!
An' they did a poor, cheap job av windin' the armature agin. Ye'll be
in hot wather wit' the electric-light system until ye put in a new
motor.
"The rheostat on the searchlight niver was any good; and she may or
may not need a new whistle--I dunno. Sure, the skipper niver blew it
good an' long but the wanst; an', so help me, young man, I was lookin'
at the shteam gauge whin he shtarted that prolonged blast--an' whin he
finished the gauge had dhropped tin pounds! So up I go on the bridge
to the ould man, an' says I to him, says I: 'Clear weather or thick
fog, I'm tellin' ye to lave that whistle alone if ye expect to finish
the voyage.
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