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Crouch! crouch down, all of ye!\"\r\n\r\n\"Why, uncle--there--see--the boy is only a withered white bough. I see\r\nit very plainly now.\"\r\n\r\n\"You don't see the tree I mean,\" quoth my uncle, with a decided air of\r\nrelief, \"but never mind; I defy the boy. Yorpy, jump out, and shoulder\r\nthe box. And now then, youngster, off with your shoes and stockings,\r\nroll up your trousers legs, and follow me. Carefully, Yorpy, carefully.\r\nThat's more precious than a box of gold, mind.\"\r\n\r\n\"Heavy as de gelt anyhow,\" growled Yorpy, staggering and splashing in\r\nthe shallows beneath it.\r\n\r\n\"There, stop under the bushes there--in among the flags--so--gently,\r\ngently--there, put it down just there. Now youngster, are you ready?\r\nFollow--tiptoes, tiptoes!\"\r\n\r\n\"I can't wade in this mud and water on my tiptoes, uncle; and I don't\r\nsee the need of it either.\"\r\n\r\n\"Go ashore, sir--instantly!\"\r\n\r\n\"Why, uncle, I _am_ ashore.\"\r\n\r\n\"Peace! follow me, and no more.\"\r\n\r\nCrouching in the water in complete secrecy, beneath the bushes and\r\namong the tall flags, my uncle now stealthily produced a hammer and\r\nwrench from one of his enormous pockets, and presently tapped the box.\r\nBut the sound alarmed him.\r\n\r\n\"Yorpy,\" he whispered, \"go you off to the right, behind the bushes, and\r\nkeep watch. If you see any one coming, whistle softly. Youngster, you\r\ndo the same to the left.\"\r\n\r\nWe obeyed; and presently, after considerable hammering and supplemental\r\ntinkering, my uncle's voice was heard in the utter solitude, loudly\r\ncommanding our return.\r\n\r\nAgain we obeyed, and now found the cover of the box removed. All\r\neagerness, I peeped in, and saw a surprising multiplicity of convoluted\r\nmetal pipes and syringes of all sorts and varieties, all sizes and\r\ncalibres, inextricably interwreathed together in one gigantic coil. It\r\nlooked like a huge nest of anacondas and adders.\r\n\r\n\"Now then, Yorpy,\" said my uncle, all animation, and flushed with the\r\nforetaste of glory, \"do you stand this side, and be ready to tip when I\r\ngive the word. And do you, youngster, stand ready to do as much for the\r\nother side. Mind, don't budge it the fraction of a barley-corn till I\r\nsay the word. All depends on a proper adjustment.\"\r\n\r\n\"No fear, uncle. I will be careful as a lady's tweezers.\"\r\n\r\n\"I s'ant life de heavy pox,\" growled old Yorpy, \"till de wort pe given;\r\nno fear o' dat.\"\r\n\r\n\"Oh, boy,\" said my uncle now, upturning his face devotionally, while\r\na really noble gleam irradiated his gray eyes, locks, and wrinkles;\r\n\"Oh, boy! this, _this_ is the hour which for ten long years has, in\r\nthe prospect, sustained me through all my painstaking obscurity. Fame\r\nwill be the sweeter because it comes at the last; the truer, because\r\nit comes to an old man like me, not to a boy like you. Sustainer! I\r\nglorify Thee.\"\r\n\r\nHe bowed over his venerable head, and--as I live--something like a\r\nshower-drop somehow fell from my face into the shallows.\r\n\r\n\"Tip!\"\r\n\r\nWe tipped.\r\n\r\n\"A _leetle_ more!\"\r\n\r\nWe tipped a little more.\r\n\r\n\"A _leetle_ more!\"\r\n\r\nWe tipped a _leetle_ more.\r\n\r\n\"Just a _leetle_, very _leetle_ bit more.\"\r\n\r\nWith great difficulty we tipped just a _leetle_, very _leetle_ more.\r\n\r\nAll this time my uncle was diligently stooping over, and striving to\r\npeep in, up, and under the box where the coiled anacondas and adders\r\nlay; but the machine being now fairly immersed, the attempt was wholly\r\nvain.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 3"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJK5CPXGKDYDDZW4KDFW8","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1C1N72JCD0ZBGTBX0EX","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AK6HXM621Q296PM3AQJ1Y","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AK6J2X2MJ4GMQVV79N0CP","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:56.477Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:10.414Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}