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All of it was done carefully, carefully as could be. The only thing
was, we forgot about the typewriters. We got everybody, or as near as
we could, into the Grand Salon where the food was, and right there on
a table at the end of the hall was one of the typewriters clacking
away. Vern had rigged them up with rolls of paper instead of sheets,
and maybe that was ingenious, but it was also a headache just then.
Because the typewriter was banging out:
LEFT FOUR THIRTEEN FOURTEEN AND TWENTYONE BOILERS WITH A FULL HEAD OF
STEAM AND THE SAFETY VALVES LOCKED BOY I TELL YOU WHEN THOSE THINGS
LET GO YOURE GOING TO HEAR A NOISE THATLL KNOCK YOUR HAT OFF