, 1921-11-05

Ing OF His Coat.
out, n In the meantime our luck
may have changed. Let's scatter
around and try TO locate some kind OF
a job /: then when them new employees
o Scraggsy qult>or get fired-whichTi
be after about two voyages-nn' the
old man comes around holdin' out the
olive branch o. peace, well give him
the horselnugh."
.1if"r days OF dllicent search fniled
to uncover the coveted Job for either.
fourth day Mr.. GIbney announced that
IL would be necessary to 'rnise the
wind" If the pair would breakfast.
They retired to the sidewalk to hold a
caucus and Mr.. McGuffey located n
dime which had dropped down inside
the lining OF his coat. THAT settles
II" Gibncy declared. We've skipped
two meals but ri be burned II we
skip another. Wen ride out to the
San Mnteo county line on the trolley
with that dime an then hoof It over
the hills TO Halfmoon bay. scragss
won't git away from the dock here I'M
III AANtA lNtlNt OtlbNh. 80 VIC hDoN
he'll lie at Halfmoon bay all night. II
we start now wen connect with him
in time for supper. Eth, Bart?'
"a twenty-mile hike on a tee-totally
empty stomach, with a battle royal on
u hands the minute we arrive, weak
an d~estitoote, amt quite my idea o.
enjoyment. Glib. but I'll go o IL II
kills me Let's up hook on away. I'm
for gittin' back to work an usln'
moral persuasion to git that new
boiler"
They took a hitch in their belts and
started. From the point at which they
left the trolley TO their journeys end
was n stiff slx-hour jaunt. up hill and
down dale, and long before the march
was half completed the unaccustomed
exercise had developed sundry gals
and bllsters on the Gibney heels. while
the soles of poor McGuffey's feet were
so hot he voiced the apprehension that
they might burn to a crisp Mt any mo-
ment and drop off by the ~wayside.
The crew Of the Maggie had ceased
working cargo for the day and Cap
tain Scraggs was busy cooking supper
in the galley when the two prodigals,
exhausted, crippled and %repentant,
came to the door and coughed propi-
tiously, but Captain Scraggs pretended
not TO hear, and went on with his task
OF turning fried eggs with an artistic
flip Of the frying pan. So Mr.. Glib
ney spoke, struggling bravely to ap.
pear nonchalant. With his eyes on
the fried eggs and his mouth threaten
Ing to SLAYER at the glorious sight, he
said:
Hello, there, Scras.,y, old tarpot
How goes 1t with the owner o. the fas,
an commodious steamer Maggie? Git
that consignment o. Tsost-holes aboart
: yeti"
Mr.. Gibney's honest face besmed ex
: p%ectantly, for he was particularly par
: tia to fried eggs. AS for his com
: panion in distress. anything edible ant
which would serve to nullify the gnaw
ing Mt his internal economy would b,
: welcome. 1nasmuch as Captain
Scraggs did not readily reply to Mr.
d Gibney's salutation, McGuf,ey decided
e to be more emphatic and t. the point
albeit in a Joking way.
l. Hurry up with them eggs. Scraggs.
y he rumbled. "Afe an GIBBS wake
a down from the city an we're hungry
Jawn d. Rockerfeller'd give a millioi
dollars for my appetite. Fry min
L hard. Scragssy. I want sometir
solid"
W Get of my ship. you murderln' p
le rates" Scraggs screamed.
L Not till we've ct" the practicn
n minded engineer retorted. Even the
r we won't get off. Me an Glib ain
n got my feet left, Scraggs. II we ha
ie to walk another step we'd be cripple
for life. Fry my eggs hard. l tie
8 yon."