A flush burst over his face as he spoke.
"I tell you what, my lad," said Bonaparte emphatically, when the explanation was finished, "we must get you a patent.

Your fortune is made.

In three years' time there'll not be a farm in this colony where it isn't working.

You're a genius, that's what you are!" said Bonaparte, rising.
"If it were made larger," said the boy, raising his eyes, "it would work more smoothly.

Do you think there would be any one in this colony would be able to make it ?" "I'm sure they could," said Bonaparte; "and if not, why I'll do my best for you.