The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1921-12-23
y PETER B. KYNE

enough to telephone Into the city for
q tug"
"'Tain't scarcely probable. Scraggsy.
You abused him vile an threw lot
Of fodder at him."
II wish I'd been took with paralysis
first" Scraggs walled bitterly. "You'd
best Jump ashore, Glib, an phone In.
We're just below the Cliff house and
you can run up to one o. them beach
resorts an phone in to the Red Stack
Tug Boat company
Twouldn't be ethics for me, the
registered master o. the Maggie, to
desert the ship. Scraggsy. old stick-in-
the-mud. What's the matter with get
tin your own shanks wet7"
II dassen't. Glib. I've had touch
of chills an fever ever since I used
to run mate up the San Joaquin
sloughs. Here's nickel to drop In
the telephone slot, Glib. There's q
good fellow"
"Scraggsy, you're deludin' yourself.
Show me tugboat skipper that would
come out here on night like this to
pick up the 8. s. Maggie. two decks
an no bottom an loaded with garden
truck. an I'll wing my ears an look
at the back o. my neck. She amt
worth It," 'S,
"Ain't worth I'll Why, man. I paid
fifteen hundred hard cash dollars for
her."
"Fourteen hundred an ninety-nine
dollars an ninety-nine cents too much.
They seen you comm. However,
grantin' for the sake Of argument
that she's worth the tow, the next
question them towboat skippers'll ask
Is: who's goin' to pay the billT
TIN be two hundred an fifty dollars
at the lowest fgger, an II you got
that much credit with the towboat
company you're some high flnancier.
Amt that LOGGER
I'm afraid" Scraggs replied sadly.
at il. Still, they'd have lien on
the Maggie"
Steamer ahoyr came voice from
| the beach.
"Man with a -megaphone," Mr.. Glib
ney cried. "Ahoyl Alloy, therep
"who are you an what's the trou-
bler"
Captain Scraggs took It upon him
self to answer: american steamer
Mag"
Mr.. Gibney sprang upon him tiger
ishly, placed a horny. tobacco-smelling
palm across Scraggs' mouth and effec-
lively smothered all further sound.
american steamer Yankee Prince"
he bawled like a veritable Bull Of
Bashan, "of Boston, Hong Kong to
Frisco. with a general cargo of sandal
wood, rice an silk. where're we atf"
"Just outside the Gate. Half mile
o. the Cliff house."
Telephone in for tug. We're in
nice shape, restin' easy, but our rud-
der's gone an the after web O. the
crank shaft busted. Telephone In,
my man. an I'll make It up to you
when we get safe anchorage. Who
are your
"Lindstrom. Of the Golden Gate Life
Saving station"
It'll not forget you. Lindstrom. My
owners are Yankees. but they're
sports"
aAIl right. ri telephone. On my
wayr
"God speed you" murmured Mr..
Gibney, and released his hold on Cap
tain Scraggs, who instantly threw his
arms around the navigating officers
burly neck. II forgive you. Adelbert,"
he crooned. II forgive you freely. BY
the tail Of the Great Sacred Bull,
you're marvel. She's an all night fog
or I'm Chinaman, and II It only
stays thick enough"
sItTl hold" Glbney retorted logged
~. "It's a tule fog. They always
hold. Quitshuggin' me. Your breath's
bad
Captain Scraggs, hurled forcibly
backward. bumped into the pilot house.
but lost none Of his enthusiasm.
"you're jewel" he declared. "Oh.
man, what q headi Whatever made
you think OF the Yankee Princef"
because" Mr.. Gibney answered
calmly, ''there amt no such ship. this
land Of ours beIn' q free republic
where princes don't 60. Still, lis q
nice name. Scraggs. old tarpot- more
particular since I thought It up In q
hurry. En-, whatf"
~EIalvorsen," cried Captain Scraggs.
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