I went for'ard to inspect, and, if you'll believe it, there wa'n't a drop of gasoline left in the tank.

The spare cans had ought to have been full, and they was--but 'twas water they was filled with.
"'Is THIS the way you have your boat ready for me ?' I remarks, sarcastic.
"'That--that man of mine told me he had everything filled,' he stammers, lookin' scart.
"'Yes,' says I, 'and I heard him hint likewise that he was goin' to make you sorry.

I guess he's done it.' "Well, sir! the brimstone names that Fatty called that man was somethin' surprisin' to hear.

When he'd used up all he had in stock he invented new ones.

When the praise service was over he turns to me and says: 'But what are we goin' to do ?' "'Do ?' says I.'That's easy.