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قراءة كتاب The Eternal Boy Being the Story of the Prodigious Hickey
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The Eternal Boy Being the Story of the Prodigious Hickey
time.
Instantly there was a panic. Smeed was reaching his limit—a groan went up.
"Oh, Hungry."
"Only five more."
"Give him some water."
"Water, you loon; do you want to end him?"
"Why?"
"Water'll swell up the pancakes, crazy."
"No water, no water."
Hickey approached his man with anxiety.
"What is it, Hungry? Anything wrong?" he said tenderly.
"No, only it's a little dry," said Smeed, unmoved. "I'm all right, but I'd like just a drop of syrup now."
The syrup was discussed, approved and voted.
"You're sure you're all right," said Hickey.
"Oh, yes."
Conover, in the last ditch, said carefully:
"I don't want no fits around here."
A cry of protest greeted him.
"Well, son, that boy can't stand much more. That's just like the Guzzler. He was taken short and we had to work over him for an hour."
"Conover, shut up!"
"Conover, you're beaten."
"Conover, that's an old game."
"Get out."
"Shut up."
"Fair play."
"Fair play! Fair play!"
A new interruption came from the kitchen. Macnooder claimed that Mrs. Conover was doubling the size of the cakes. The dish was brought. There was no doubt about it. The cakes were swollen. Pandemonium broke loose. Conover capitulated, the cakes were rejected.
"Don't be feazed by that," said Hickey, warningly to Smeed.
"I'm not," said Smeed.
"All ready," came Macnooder's cry.
"Ready here."
"Six pancakes!"
"Regulation size?"
"Regulation."
"Six it is," said Hickey, at the slate. "Six and twenty-seven is thirty-three."
"Wait a moment," sang out the Butcher. "He has only to eat thirty-two."
"That's so—take one off."
"Give him five, Hickey—five only."
"If Hungry says he can eat six," said Hickey, firmly, glancing at his protégé, "he can. We're out for big things. Can you do it, Hungry?"
And Smeed, fired with the heroism of the moment, answered in disdainful simplicity:
"Sure!"
A cheer that brought two Davis House boys running in greeted the disappearance of the thirty-third. Then everything was forgotten in the amazement of the deed.
"Please, I'd like to go on," said Smeed.
"Oh, Hungry, can you do it?"
"Really?"
"You're goin' on?"
"Holy cats!"
"How'll you take them?" said Hickey, anxiously.
"I'll try another six," said Smeed, thoughtfully, "and then we'll see."
Conover, vanquished and convinced, no longer sought to intimidate him with horrid suggestions.
"Mr. Smeed," he said, giving him his hand in admiration, "you go ahead; you make a great record."
"Six more," cried Macnooder.
"Six it is," said Hickey, in an awed voice; "six and thirty-three makes thirty-nine!"
Mrs. Conover and Macnooder, no longer antagonists, came in from the kitchen to watch the great spectacle. Little Smeed alone, calm and unconscious, with the light of a great ambition on his forehead, ate steadily, without vacillation.
"Gee, what a stride!"
"By Jiminy, where does he put it?" said Conover, staring helplessly.
"Holy cats!"
"Thirty-nine—thirty-nine pancakes—gee!!!"
"Hungry," said Hickey, entreatingly, "do you think you could eat another—make it an even forty?"
"Three more," said Smeed, pounding the table with a new authority. This time no voice rose in remonstrance. The clouds had rolled away. They were in the presence of a master.
"Pancakes coming."
"Bring them in!"
"Three more."
"Three it is," said Hickey, faintly. "Thirty-nine and three makes forty-two—forty-two. Gee!"
In profound silence the three pancakes passed regularly from the plate down the throat of little Smeed. Forty-two pancakes!
"Three more," said Smeed.
Doc Macnooder rushed in hysterically.
"Hungry, go the limit—the limit! If anything happens I'll bleed you."
"Shut up, Doc!"
"Get out, you wild man."
Macnooder was sent ignominiously back into the kitchen, with the curses of the Dickinson, and Smeed assured of their unfaltering protection.
"Three more," came the cry from the chastened Macnooder.
"Three it is," said Hickey. "Forty-two and three makes—forty-five."