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implonngly as they swept past again.

We can't manage the engines"
Put her round again said the
mate. IN 20 for him with the boat.
Haul her IL, boy
The boat. which was dragging astern,
was hauled close, and the mate tumbled
into her, followed by the boy, Just as
the captain was in the middle of an
other circle, to the intense Indignation
Of a crowd Of shipping, large and small,
which was trying to get by.
"AhOy!' yelled the master of a tug
which was towing 4 large ship Take
that steam roundabout out of the way.
What the thunder are you doing:'
Picking up my engineer, " replied
the captain as ne steamed right across
the others bows and nearly ran down a
sailing barge, the skipper Of which, a
Salvation Army man, was nObly fight
ing with his feelings.
why don't you stop he yelled.
Cos | can't" walled the skipper
Of the Bulldog Is he threaded his way
between a huge steamer and a schooner,
who, in avoiding him, were getting up
a little collision on their own account.
"AhOy. Bulldog, ahoy!' called the
mate. Stand by to pick Us up! We've
got him"
The skipper smiled i'll an agonized
fashion as he shot past, hotly pursued
by his boat. The feeling on board of the
other craft as they got out Of the way of
the Bulldog and nearly raj down her
boat, and then i'll avoiding that nearly
ran down something else, cannot be put
into plain English, but several captains
yentured into the domains of the Orna-
mental with marked success.
"Shut off steam" yelled the engineer
as the Bulldog went by again. DRAW
the fires then"
"Who's going to steer while l do it?''
beloved the skipper as he left the
wheel for a few seconds to try to get 8
line to throw to them.
By this time the commOtion in the
river was frightful, and the captains
steering as he went on his round again
something marvellous to behold. A
strange lack Of sympathy on the part
Of brother captains added to his trOu.
bles. Every craft he passed had ONE
thing to say to him, busy as they were,
In liz No "CAC a. I1OlIOlOIlOuS de-
they We're insulting. At last, just as
he was resolving to run his boat straight
down the river until he came to a halt
for want of steam, the mate caught the
rope he flung, and the Bulldog Went
down the river with her boat made fast
to her stern.
Come aboard, you-you lunatic!" he
shouted.
"NOt afOre knows 'ow I stand, " said
the engineer, who was now beautifully
sober and in full possession of a some.
what acute intellect.
"What do you mean?'' demanded the
skipper.
81 don't come aboard, " shouted the
engineer, "until you and the mate and
the bye all swear as you won't say moth.
ing about this little game"
It'll report you the moment l get
ashore, roared the skipper. "Ill give
you in charge for desertion. Pip
With a supreme gesture the engineer
prepared to dive, but the watchful mate
fell on his neck and tripped him over
a seat.
Come aboard, cried the skipper,
aghast at such determination. Come
aboard, and I'll give you a licking when
we get ashore instead"
"Honor bright" inquired the engi,
neer.
How bright" chorused the three.
The engineer, with all the honors OF
war, came on board, and after remark
ing that he felt chilly bathing on an
empty stomach went down below and
began to stoke. In the course of the
voyage he said it was worth while max
ing such a fool of himself, if only to see
the shippers beautiful steering, warm.
ly asseverating that there was not an
other man on the river that could have
done it. Before this insidious lattery
the shippers wrath melted like snow
before the sun, and by the time they
reached port he would as sOOn have
thought Of hitting his OWL father as his
smooth tOngued engineer. -W. W.
Jacobs III Short Stories.