Bisbee daily review., 1913-12-28

aboardi" and I heard the mate yeii, You mean, oil overboardl"
 Couldn't see much at first, as ! was busy getting mother out of the drowned cabin. When I'd passed a halyard round her and the stump Of the mizzen, I'd just breathing time. The sea was iattened, white under black sky, and what was left of us was mostly blowing about
 Dad was just taking command again of what remained. No use shouting either, so he hung on and beckoned The masts overside were battering holes in us, until we cut adrift. Then to the pumps, but that was sort of ex oiicio just to keep us warm. Work inis warmer than waiting.
 Being timberladen we couldn't sink, which was convenient. But, as mother said, there wasn't any grub on the roof. and we couldn't go downstairs. For instance, we wanted a drink of water.
 We'll. now, we been three days re- freshing our parched mouths with beer stories, when a fishing vessel comes along smelling salvage. Happens he's one of them felucca-rigged dago swine out of Invicta. Texas. His charges was quite moderate, too, for a breaker of water and some fancy grub-until we seen the bill.
 I never knew til then that our C-a man was owner. Of course that right, only he'd run asterl .t lnsuranca. That's why ha'5 stay u the ship, so it's no gcod tatzs.
 to mother. she come aboard tho Ee uccy, ships cat in her arms. and sort ce cold, dumb. goiug-to ba-GooG. snd-'t's-llilin, me sort of smile. she bore up brave until she struck tla numberOne smell in the 6ago's cabin. Its too much" she says, handing me the cat, "too much. I'm going back to drown clean"
 But ! was to stay with our sailors aboard the dago, to fetch Invicta quick, and bring a tug. Dad trusted me, even to play the coward and quit him dread to think back on the passage of four days to the port of Invicta.
 Now in them days I was fifteen, and considered bomely. The mouth I got would be large for a dog, smiIe-six and three-quarters. Thar ashore at Invicta, I'd still look sort of cheerful. so all them tug shippers took me for joke. It was four days and three nights since I'd slept, so suppose I'd look funny wanting to hire tug.
 l showed power of attorney, wrote in indelible pencil oE dads old dicky cravat, but the tugs expected cash, and the agents went bach on me.
 Nothin doing Saturday nights at the office, tug crews all ashore, but the port will get a move on Monday. Trust grown men to know more'n a mere boy. The glass is down the gulls is flying inland, thar's weather brew. ing. l seen in my mind the sprays lash over the wreck.
 IL was dark when 1 went to the wharyes with Captain McGaw to see the Pluribus CnUm. He'd show me a tug' cheap at ten thousand cash stores all complete, steam up, engineer on,the premises. though he'd stepped ashore for a drink. Cute cabin he'd got on the bridge, cunning little glory. hole forrard. Why, everything was real handy, so that only had to bat him behind the ear with a belaying. pin, and he dropped right down the fore hatch. All I wanted now was navigating officer I could trust.
 Which brings me to Mfr. McMillan. our own second mate, buying a dozen fried oysters in a card box with a wire handle, all for twenty-five cents though the girl seemed expecting kiss.
 Hello, Frankie" says I, skipping him on the back. A foremast hand can make his officer act real diguifie6 with less. "Say, Mac! Dye know what Greed done?" I grabbed his oysters. Greed, he choke puppy, says I, and in my mind I seen the gulls wheel around the wreck. where something's lying huddled. Come on puppy!" says I, waving Frankie dowu the street with them oysters, so al the traffic pauses to admire, and ouI second officer is running good. Nor things I said, escorting him maybe mile aboard of the Pluribus Unum And there I ate them oysters while he was being coarse and rude, but T the time 1 seen the wreck he and sodden on the swell or h the clrciing gulis. and how they down, pecking at a huddIa oe torn clothes beside the wheel.
 Up thar on the tugs masthead I was owning to being in the wrong. whle Frankie Mac was promising falfEfu 10 tear my hide of over my ears whez I'm caught.
 Please. sir" says ], "it aln't SC much the oysters worries me. It's this yer Cap'n McGaw I done em bezzled. Cayn't call 1t kidnapped cause he's over sixty, but I stunned him Illegal with a beiaying-pin, and ! hears him groaning-times when you stops to pant"
 But Frankie Mae wouldn't believe one word until he went down in the fore peak to inquire, while I applied the hatch, and battened down.
 So you see I'd got a tug, and the