"I let him look down," said he, "but he didn't see nothin'.

I was laughin' at him all the time he was at work.

He had his instruments with him, and he was turnin' down his different kinds of lights, thinkin', of course, that he could see through any kind of coverin' that we put over our machines; but, bless you! he couldn't do nothin', and I could almost hear him swear as he rubbed his eyes after he had been lookin' down for a little while." Clewe laughed.

"I see," said he.

"I suppose you turned on the photo-hose." "That's just what I did," said the old man.