The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-12-26

and I got lawyer, an American, in
Kobe. and he says. there arc n dozen
she pilots in America, and he III make
that mean, dirty pilot board give me
nv license if he has TO 90 to Trinity
house in London for it.
" But-but-n said Captain For
tcscue,, still dazed, You re liable to
a penalty, don i you know
Yes" calmly replied Jim Waring,
,,if YOU 60 TO play dirty game on me.
But If you Just stick to jim 5. Waring
as the pilot nobody III know, You see,
| was in the cutter with father. The
| Chinese crew daren't object. 1t was
fathers next chance, and he was that
drunk, and Jennings, the other man, laid
up with broken ankle, so / rugged my
self up in fathers things and got into
pilot ] lust made mp my mind to keep
my head on straight and to remember
l had done it once before-last week
with sailing ship. and it S lot harder
TO pilot n sailing ship than a cruiser -
BY this time she had recovered her
GOODNESS to an extraordinary degree.
Was Philosopher, Too.
You know she said solemnly,
"Ive often heard that God takes care
of women and fools and drunken peo-
pie, so He takes care of father and
lie taxes care OF nc.
Just then the peak Of the paymas.
ters cap was seen outside the port.
Captain Fortescue hustled the cap on the
pilots head, who hurriedly buttoned
NJ the oilskin and went out on the
bridge and got "his" money from the
paynaster.
At that moment occurred a frightful
development, which somebody should
have foreseen, but which nobody fore
Ia wv M N N 70
ladder, came face to face with the
pink-cheeked pilot. The new pilot near.
ly fell over backward and shouted:
"Jim Waring! Oh, crackety!n
The new pilot, Dick Mcleod by name,
was young man for a pllot-that is
to say, he was not much over thirty,
and, though weather-b beaten, was hand
some fellow aud as promising a pilot
as one could wish to have.
81 brought her through all right, -
said Jim Waring, "lt was a good deal
easier than the sailing ship, I can tell
you: And it s more than you could do.
Dick Mcleod -
low tone, but perfectly audible to
Captain Fortescue, who was inclined to
let them have IT out and carefully re-
NAMED in the background while the
yawl bobbed below waiting the outgo.
ing pilot. Stubs, lettering off the
bridge, listened attentively Mcleod
had already infriuged the code of mari
rlngi oh, crackety!n before shaking
hands with the captain, but he now pro-
ceeded to rectify his mistake.
'' How are you, pilot9' asked Captain
Fortescue. 81 hope you IL take us ur
as well as we came through the foul
ground Just now. We went ahead as
if we were going into Hampton Roads
with the president on board -
''Glad to hear it, sir, responded Nc.
Leod, who was as yet unable TO col
lect all his faculties.
The pilotaee costs about 40 per cent
the value of the ship continued the
captain, observing Jim Waring stuffnr
his fee into a mysterious pocket where
no pilot ever had pocket before -
dare say il was reckoncd rs salvage
"Anyhow, sir, - replied Mcleod with
a wrathful grin at his professional col
league, 'tbe ship is still alloat. and |
hope there ain I any holes in her bot
tom.
This sarcasm was calmly received by
Jim Waring.
"Goodby. SIR" she said TO the cap
tain. 81 hope I'll have the pleasure
Of taking YOU down. And [ hope Dick
way, with the help of the lead going
on both sides of the ship.
This remark exasperated Mcleod so
that he turned away from the captain
and whispered angrily in Jim War
ing's ear:
Do you know the penalty of this
sort of monkey businessl''
fOf course ] know the penalty TO.
spondcd jim out aloud so the captain
and the chief quartermaster and the
navigator could hear, fbut ! don't
know of anybody so low down as would
tell on me. ~
Neither Rocks Nor Jail.
"Not until YOU put ship on the
rocks and get yourself in JAIL replied
Mcleod darkly.