The daily Alaskan., 1921-11-15
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| the coast shortly after the Maggie ' had rounded Pillar Point at sunset and readed north. Captain Scraggs had been SteamhOating too many unproft- { able years on San Francisco bay, the 1 SuIsun and San Pablo sluughs and l doghoIes and the Sacramento river tU be deceived as 10 the character Of | that fog and he remarked as much to ! MT. GIhney. Wed better turn back to HaIfmoon hay and tie up at the dock" he added.
 Calamity howler" retOrted Mir. Glbney and gave the wheel a spoke or 1 two. "ScruggSy you're enough to [ make real sailor sick at the stomach"
 "Rut tell you she's a tule fOC, Gib i She rises up in the marshes of the 1 Sacramento and san Joaquin, drifts down tu the hay and out the Golden 1 gate and just naturally blocks the ! wheels uf commerce while she lasts. 1 Why, I've known the ferry boats be tween San Francisco and Oakland to 1 get lost for hOurS on their twenty-mIn- ! ute wu-aud all along of a blasted tule foy."
 "I don't doubt your word a mite i ScraCgsy. never did see a ferry-hoar 1 skipper that knew shucks about sauorl2iuc." the lmperturhahle Gihney responded. Me. TIT smell my way 1 home in any rule fog"
 "Mayhe you can an maybe you can't. Gib. although far be it from me 10 question your ability. I'll take it | for granted Nevertheless, I sin't a-goin' to run the risk O you havIn | catarrh O the nose an cOnfusin' your i smells tonight. You aln't got nOihln at stake but your job, whereas 1T l lose the Maggie I lose my hull for tune. Bring her about, GIh, an let's hustle back"
 Don't be an old woman" Mir. Gih- nsy pleaded. "ScraEgs, you just ain't got enough works inside you to tiIl a wrist watch"
 "I ain't a-CoIn' to poke around In the dark an a tulr fog. feelin' for the Golden gate" Captain Scraggs | Shrilled DCev'shly.
 "H- rs bells an panther tracks ]. 1 I've got my old courses. m if l foller 1 them we can't help gettin' home"
 Captain Scraggs laId his hand on l Mir. Glhney's great arm and tried to smile paternally. "Glb. my dear boy he pIeaded. control yourself Don't argue with me. Gib. I'm master here an you're mate. Do I make myself | rlear?"
 You do. SrraCgy. But 1t won't i avail you nothfn'. You're only master hecuz Of a geutIeman's agreement be tween HIS two, an because I'm man enough to fgger there's certain Tights ] due you as owner O the Maggie. But don't you forget that accordiu' 10 the records O the inspectors office, I'm master of the Maggie, an the way l Rgger 1t. whenever there's any GIll to show little real seamanshlp, that gentleman'S agreement don't stand
 But this ain't one O them times. | Gib."
 You're whistlIn' It Is. If we run from this here fog, It's sklfTs to bat tleships we don't get into San Fran cisco bay an discharged before six o'clock tomorrow night. By the time we've taken on coal an water an what-au. it'll be eight or nine o'clock, | with me an McGuffey entitled to mehbe three dollars overtime an havln' to argue an scrap with you to git !t-not to speak O havin' to put to sea the same night sos to be back In Halfmoon bay to load bright an early ' next mornin'. Scraggsy, ain't no night bird on this run
 "DO you mean 10 defy me, GlDE , Captain Scragcs' little green eyes cleaned halefully. Mir Gibney looked | down upon him with tolerance, as a
 Great Dane gazes upon a fox terrier. q certainly do, Scraggsy, old pepper pot" he replied calmly. "What're you
 goin to do about it?" The ghost of a smile lighted hIs Jovial countenanCe.
 "Nothiu'-now. I'm helpless" Cap tain Scraggs answered with deadly
 calm. "But the minute we hit the
 dock you an me parts company"
 "I don't know whether we will or not SCraggsy. I amt heeled right
 financially to hit the beach on such
 short notice"
 "Tn get the police to remove you,
 you blstered pirate" SCraggs screamed. now quite beside himself.
 "Yes? We'll, the minute they let go O me I'll come back to the S, S. Mag
 gle and tear her apart just to see
 what makes her go." He leaned out the pllot-house window and sniffed
 .'Tule fog, all right, Scraggs. Still
 that ain't DO reason why the ships company should fast, Is lt7 Quit blck- erin with me, little one an see If you
 can't wrastle up some ham an eggs ! ! want my eggs sunny side up" Sensing the futility Of further argu-
 ment. Captain Scraggs sought solace