The reader can imagine what a rattle and racket it made.
"Golly!" exclaimed Palmleaf.

"Am crazy!" "Did it hit the seal ?" recovering my equilibrium.
Wade was the only one who had watched the seal.
"I saw him flop off into the water," said he.
"Then of course it hit him," said I.
Nobody disputed it; though I detected an odious wink between the captain and Kit.
The prostrate gun was got up on its legs again; old Trull remarking that we had better trig it behind before we fired, in future: that duty attended to, he thought it might work very well.
We then went to dinner.

How to mount the howitzer was the next question.
"We need a regular four-wheeled gun-carriage for that," said Raed.
"I think we can make one out of those planks," remarked Kit.
"The worst trouble will come with the wheels," said Wade.
But Capt.

Mazard thought he could saw them out of sections of fifteen-inch plank with the wood-saw.
"I'll undertake that for my part," he added, and, as soon as dinner was over, went about it.
"Now we'll get old man Trull to help us on the _body_," said Kit.
The planks, with axe, adz, auger, and hammer, were carried on deck.
Our old man-of-war's man readily lent a hand; and with his advice, particularly in regard to the cheeks for the trunnions, we succeeded during the afternoon in getting up a rough imitation of the old-fashioned gun-carriage in use on our wooden war-vessels.

The captain made the wheels and axles.