Explore "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, Part 5" by Mark Twain on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Saturday noon I went to the well and looked on a while. Merlin was still burning smoke-powders, and pawing the air, and muttering gibberish as hard as ever, but looking pretty down-hearted, for of course he had not started even a perspiration in that well yet. Finally I said:
"How does the thing promise by this time, partner?"