Richmond planet. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1883-1938, 1902-08-23
Capt. Tmizz1e's
Revenge
Blu JOHN FLEMING SON.
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HE little steamer Pudsey Dawson
tumbled irresponsibly upon the
heavy rollers of the Farallones. She
had trundled down the coast from
Coos bay, and now, In a dense white
log, she was waiting for the wealth
sr to clear enough to show the
Heads.
= We're pretty well out" said Capt.
I>wizzle, but it's better to be way
out than way In"
Strikes me-" said his mate, that
were a leetle too far out. Some
blame liner 'ull poke her nose in here
and scoff us"
Nonsense" responded the skipper,
sharply IF I can't get in, there's
not man on the Pacific that can
II dunno" continued the mate;
like as not the Emperor will slosh
Through. She's due. And Cap'n
Van olinda, since he got his big ship.
isn't paying much respect to wealth
er- And he is a good man."
Capt. Twizzle pulled out HIS chest
under the blue jacket, believed with
tog, and shifted. "oh, yesi he's a
good man. But let me tell you, yNung
fellow, that I don't reckon Van
Olinda's any smarter than 1 am"
The mate pondered sluggishly. His
efforts to think was agreeably put an
end to, and he pulled the whistle
rope A hoarse, booming below rose
into the air, and the fog seemed fair
1y to curdle. az take il there's a
craft off there to windward," he
suggested.
"All right, all right" said his su-
Perior, gruffiy; II guess that whistle
will let 'em know we're around"
II reckon it WILL" said the other;
what in blazes did We put big
trumpet like that on this dinky boat
for9 It's sacramentally Che meant
sacrilegeously) indecent"
Reasons plenty" returned TNwiz-
Ele. Now, I'd like you to recognize.
young clap, that when / do things
there's reason behind 'em. Van
Olinda, if he is master of big steam
plunger, isn't always able to give
a good and sufficient reason for what
he does. I've taught him things my
self"
The mate sidled over respectfully.
To hear Cap'n Twizzle, of the Pudsey
Dawson, speak Familiarity, nay. con-
temptuousiy, of Capt. Van Olinda,
who ruled the immense Emperor, and
always wore q magnificent uniform
with tails to the coat of it, was a
near approach to glory. Taught
him things?" he repeated, in an in
slnuating tone, as though the story
must be delectable.
Yes. And I'll teach him morel"
roared Twizzle, quite Infatuated with
the memory of his last meeting with
the naughty aristocrat OF the EN-
peror.
whats he done?" asked the mate.
bluntly.
"Donel Why, his heads turned. I
can recollect when he was skinner Of
the San Anton, the laughing-stock
OF the coast. And he actually told me.
the last time l saw him, that I ought
10 live ashore. Said 1 had no chance
OF reaching his high position. Said |
was getting too old TO learn. But.
by Jimmy Cripps, I'll teach him
something before very long. I'll Just
make old Van get up on his hind
legs and toddle"
There was a sudden shrek from a
steam siren in the invisible, and mas
ter and mate peered out into the fog
ahead.
That must be the Emperor" said
the mate.
Capt. Twizzle pulled his sou'wester
over his eyes and cursed oaptI,
well" he said, finally, "if it is, Cap'u
Van don't make port tonight. He'll
just have to stand being day late,
and 1 hope the owners will fix him
for it, too"
He's evidently headed right IN
now" answered the mate.
Twizzle turned half around and
eyed his subordinate. Young fell.
low, I'll teach both you and Van
something. Go down and tell the en-.
gineeT to open his hampers. We are
going to cruise around a bit. Tel
him we want lot of steam for the
WHISTLE"
The mate loft the bridge to exc.
cute this command, and the skippe,
hooked over his craft. shes small
and sets low, and no masts to speak
of. lie wont see me, but III see
him"
. He diap't exactly sss the Em2srol