At last Potts concluded to take the spout down and coax the cat out.

When he got it on the ground, he peeped in at the end, and he could see the animal's eyes shining like balls of fire far back in the darkness of the hole.

After shaking her up for a while without inducing her to move, he made up his mind that she must be jammed in the pipe and unable to budge.

He wanted to cut the pipe open, but Butterwick said it would be a pity to spoil such a good spout for a mere cat.
So Potts finally determined to blow her out with powder.

He procured a small charge; and pushing it pretty well in with a stick, he "tamped" the end of the spout with clay and lighted the slow-match.