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George Ritchie was the other pilot's cub. He was having good times now; for his boss, George Ealer, was as kindhearted as Brown wasn't. Ritchie had steeled for Brown the season before; consequently he knew exactly how to entertain himself and plague me, all by the one operation. Whenever I took the wheel for a moment on Ealer's watch, Ritchie would sit back on the bench and play Brown, with continual ejaculations of 'Snatch her! snatch her! Derndest mud-cat I ever saw!' 'Here! Where you going _now_? Going to run over that snag?' 'Pull her _down_! Don't you hear me? Pull her _down!_' 'There she goes! _Just _as I expected! I _told_ you not to cramp that reef. G'way from the wheel!'