Oh, wasn't that old tug captain mad! He kept whistling and whistling and saying things about the river being an old mud hole, and how he'd never get down the bay again, unless he could get through and come down on the full tide.

Oh, boy, but he was wild.
When we told him that old Uncle Jimmy, the bridge tender, had sneaked away to a Grand Army Convention, he kind of cooled down on account of being an old veteran himself, and then some of us fellows fished up an old key-bar that had been lost in the river and opened the bridge with it.

That's what they call the thing you open the bridge with--a key-bar.

It's like a crow-bar only different.
I'm not saying that was so much of a good turn, except it was turning the bridge around and Connie Bennett said that was a good turn.

He's the troop cut-up.