The daily Alaskan., 1921-11-19

sweat az. At the same time Scraggs and N aTs HalvOrsen came crawling aft owe the dcckload and when they reachei the clear space around the pilot b ouse. Captain ScraggS threw his brown derby on the deck and leapod upon 1t until, his rage ahating uIti- mateI V. no power on earth, in the air, or under the sea, could possibly have rehaIlilitated it and rendered It fit for further wear even by Captain ScraggS, This petulant practice of Jumping on his hat was a habit with Scraggs whenever anything annoyed him par ticularly and was always iufallible evi- depce that simple deClarative sen teRce had stuck fin hls throat.
 Well old whirling dervish," Mir. GIhney demanded calmly when Scraggs pauSed for lack of breath to continue his dance. "what about 1t? We're up Salt Creek wirdour a paddle; the devil tu pay and no pitch hot"
 "McGureys fired" Captain Scraggs screeched.
 "COme. come. SrragCsy, old turpOt' Mir Gibney so'rhed. This aint no time for fghun' Thtnkin' an actin is au that saves the Maggie now"
 But Captain Scraggs was beyond reason. "McGuTcy's fired McGuf fey's fired" {" he reiterated. "The dirty rotten wharf ratl Call yourself an engineer?" he continued wltherjngly. "As an engineer you're bowling sue cess at shoemakln'. you sloh. I'll fix your clock for you my hearty. I'll have your ticket took away from you, an that's no Chlnaman's dream, nuther"
 "Its all my fault runnin' by dead reckOnin," the honest Gibney pro- tested. Mac ain't to fault The en- zine room telegraph busted an he got the wrong signal"
 'It's his business to see to It that he's got an engine room telegraph that won't bust"
 You dogw McGufrey roared and sprang al the skipper, who leoped nlmbly up the little ladder to the top Of the pilot house and stood prepared to kick MT. McGufrey in the face should that worthy venture up after him. "I cunt persuade you to git me nothin' that ought to have. I'm tired Workln' with junk an scraps an cop per wire and pieces O string. I'm through"
 You're right-yOu're through, be cause you're fired" Scraggs shrieked in insane rage. "Gct off my ship, you maritime mpostor, or Tl take pistol to you. Overheard with you, you greasy addlepared bounder! You're rotten, understand? Rotten! Rotten ! Rotten" :"
 "You owe me eight dollars an six bits. Scraggs." Mir. MCGufrey reminded his owner calmly. Chuck down the spondulicks an I'll get off your ship
 Captain Scraggs was beyond reason, so ne tossed the money down 10 the engineer. Now git" he commanded.
 Without further ado, Mir. McGuifcy started across the deCkload to the fo'castle head. Scraggs could not see him but he could hear hIm-so he pelted the engineer with potatoes, cab hage heads and onions, the vegetables descending about the honest McGufey lu a verltable barrage. Even In the darkness several of these missiles took effect
 Upon reaching the very apex of the Maggie's bow, Mir. McGuffey turned and hurled a promise into the dark ness: If we ever meet again, Scraggs, I'll make Mrs. Scraggs a wid- ow. Paste that in your hat-when you get new one"
 The Maggie was resting easily on the beach, with the broken water from the long lazy combers surglng well up above her water line. At most, six feet of water awaited the engineer, who stood. peering shoreward and lis- tenlng lntently, oblivlous to the stray missiles which whizzed past. Present ly, from out of the fog, he heard a grinding, metallic sound and through a sudden rift in the fog caught a brief glimpse of blue flame with sparks radlating falntly from 1t.
 That settled matters for Bartholo- new McGuf'ey The metallic sound was the protest from the wheels of a Cllr house trolley car rounding d curve; the blue flame was an electric manifestation due to the intermittent contact of her trolley with the wire, wet with fog. McGuffey knew the exact position of the Maggie now, so he poised a moment on her bow; as wave swept past him, he leaped overheard, scrambled ashore, made his way up the beach to the great highway which Hanks the shore line between the Cliff house and IngleSlde, sought a roadhouse, and warmed his interior with four fingers of whisky neat. Then. feeling quite content with himself, even in his wet garments, he boarded a city-bound trolley car and departed for the warmth and hospital lty of Scab JOhnny's sailor boarding house in Oregon street.