Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1921-12-07

faint scarcely probable. ScraggSy.
You abused him vile an threw a lot
OF fodder at him."
Il 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 CHI house and
you can run up 10 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 mntter with get
tin your own shanks wetT"
Il dissent, Glib. I've had a touch
OF chills an fever ever since used
TO run mate up the San Joaquin
sloughs. Here's a nickel to drop In
the telephone slot, Glib. There's a
good fellow"
"Scraggsy, you're deludln' yourself.
Show me a tugboat skipper that would
come out here on a night like this to
pick up the 5. s. Maggie. two decks
an no bottom an loaded with garden
truck. an I'll wag my ears an look
at the back o. my neck. She amt
worth IT,"
"Ain't worth IT, Why. man, paid
fifteen hundred hard cash dollars for
her" q
Fourteen hundred an ninety-nine
dollars an ninety-nine cents too much.
They seen you comm. However.
a.
that she's worth the tow, the next
question them towboat skippersll ask
Is: who's goin' 10 pay the blllT
/ tn be two hundred an fifty dollars
at the lowest figger. an II you got
that much credit with the towboat
company you're some high financier.
Amt that logic?"
"rm afraid" Scraggs replied sadly,
at Is. Still. they'd have a lien on
the Maggie"
Steamer ahoyF" came a voice from
the beach.
"Aian with a megaphone," Mr.. Glib
ney cried. "Ahoyl Alloy. therew
"who are you an what's the trou-
bleY"
Captain Scraggs took II upon him
self TO answer: american steamer
Mag"
Mr.. Gihney sprang upon him tiger
ishly. placed n horny, tObacco-smelling
palm across Scraggs' mouth and effec-
lively smothered all further sound.
American steamer Yankee Prince"
he bawled like verltable Bull OF
Rashan. "of Boston. Hong Kong to
Frisco. with n general cargo OF sandal
wood. rice an silk. Where're we at7'
"Just outside the Gate. Half mile
O. thc Gin house"
Telephone in for a tug. We're I'm
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 II up 10 you
when we get n safe anchorage. Who
are your"
"Llndstrom. OF the Golden Gate Life
Saving station"
"T1l not forget you. Llndstrom. My
owners are Yankees. but they're
sports"
"All right. I'll telephone. On my
wayr
.God speed you" murmured Mr..
Gibnev. and released his hold on Cap
tain Scraggs. who instantly threw his
arms around the navigating officers
burly neck. 81 forgive you, Adelbert,"
he crooned. 81 forgive you freely. BY
the tain OF the Great Sacred Bull,
you're a marvel. She's an all night fog
or I'm a Chinaman. and II II only
STAYS thick enough"
"Itm hold" Gibney retorted logged
ly. ats a tule fog. They always
hold. Quit huggin' me. Your breath's
bad"
CAPTAIN Scraggs. hurled forcibly
backward, bumped into the pilot house,
but lost none OF his enthusiasm.
You're a jewel" he declared. "Oh,
man. what a headl Whatever made
You think OF the Yankee Primer
because" Mr.. Glbney answered
calmly, "there amt no such ship this
land OF ours beln' a free republic
where princes don't go. Stll, it's a
nice name, Scraggs, old tarpot-more
particular since L thousht IL UP III
hurry. Eth. whatT
"Halvorsen," cried Captain Scraggs.
The lone deckhand emerged from
hole. In the freight forward whittier
he had retreated 10 escape the vegeta-
HE barrage put over by Captain
Scraggs when McGuftey left the ship.
ave. ave. sir" be doomed.
All hands below 10 the galleyF
scraggs shouted. "while we're wait
In FOR this here towboat I'll brew
scuttle O. grog TO celebrate the dis
covery o. real sea-farin' talent. Glib,
my dear boy. I'm proud OF you. NO
matter what happens, I'll never have
no other navigatin' officer"
aDont crow tin you're out O. the