Life in a Railway Factory Part 14

_Crack._

_Boom._

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"Don't burn the d.a.m.n things! Look at that! All over me."

"My clothes is afire."

"What's yer little game there, eh? Med as well kill a fella as frighten him to death."

"Oo! My grub got it!"

"Get these others out first."

"What O! I'm not goin' to see _my_ grub burn. What do _you_ think?"

"All the d.a.m.n lot'll be spoiled."

"I don't care a cuss! I got some tiger in there."

"Steady that oil a bit."

"G.o.d! Doan it stink!"

"Shut some of it off, I tell you. It's running all over the place."

"Half on it's water."

"That second one there, and keep to the top row."

"Hey-up!"

_Crack._

"Why don't you be careful?"

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"Back tool's jammed now."

"The safety bolt's broke."

"Shut the belt off."

"Look out, then!"

"Stop the oil, and pull them others out."

"Let 'em alone! We shan't be a minute."

"Well! Jump about then."

"Here's Calliper King comin'!"

"Tell him to clear off. We can do very well without him. That fellow makes me mad."

"If you was to put the spanner on the nuts sometimes you wouldn't get half the trouble."

"All right, mate! There's no damage done. We can't think of everything."

"Your bearings are hot."

"They'll get cold directly."

"You might get them seized."

"d.a.m.n good job! Shove some oil into 'em, kid!"

"Who are you calling kid?"

"Look out, there!"

"I shall report you, mind!"

"You can please yourself. 'Twon't be the first time. If you'll only keep out o' the road we shall be all right. Blow up, Laudy!"

_Foo-oo-oo-oo-oo._

"Pull the belt over."

"Right?"

"I'm ready."

"Take him, then."

_Crack._

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"How's that?"

"That got him. Now we shan't be long!"

"Yip ho! All new uns!"

"I got that pistol in my pocket."