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ebz did-with crack that shook
the rigging and caused 1t to rattle like
buctshots In pan. A terrible cry~
such cry. indeed. as might burst
from the lips Of mother seeing her
only child run down by the Limited
burst from poor Captain Scraggs. MY
Shipl My shipl" he howied. my
darling little Maggiel They've killed
you. they've killed you'll The dirty
lubbersi"
The succeeding wave lifted the Mag
de on the beach, carried her in some
nifty feet further. and deposited her
gently on the sand. She heeled over
to port q little and rested there as II
she was very, very weary. nor could
ali the threshing of her screw In re-
vsrs4 haul her of again. The surf,
dashjng In under her fantail, had more
power than McCuffey's engines, and,
foot BY foot, the Maggie proceeded to
dig herself In. Mr.. Gibney listened
for I'VE minutes to the uproar that
rose from the bowels of the little
steamer before he whistled up Mr..
HcGuffey.
xiii her, kill her. he ordered.
ssYour wheel win bite into the sand
nrst thing you know. and tear the
stern on her. You're shakin' the old
girl to pieces"
McGuffey killed his engine. banked
his fires. and came up on deck, wiping
his anxious face with fearfully filthy
sweat rag. At the same time Scraggs
and Neils Halvorsen came crawling
aft over the deckload and when they
reached the clear space around the
pilot house. Captain Scraggs threw his
brown derby on the deck and leaped
upon It until. his rage abating ulti-
mately, no power on earth. in the air,
Or under the sea. could possibly have
rehabilitated 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 infallible EVIL
dence that simple declarative SEN
tence had stuck IN his throat.
.well. old whirling dervish," Mr..
Oibney demanded calmly when Scraggs
paused for lack Of breath to continue
HIS dance, 1what about itf We're up
Salt Creek without a paddle; the devil
% pay and no pitch hot"
''McGuffey's f1redI" Captain Scraggs
screeched.
"Come, come. Scraggsy, old tarpot,"
Mr.. Glbney soothed. "This amt no
Zine for f1ghtin'. Thinkin' an actin
u all that saves the Maggie now"
But Captain Scraggs was beyond
reason. "McGuffey's firedi McGuf-
fey's flredI" he reiterated. "The' dirty
rotten wharf ratI Call yourself an
sngineerr' he continued witheringly.
-As an engineer you're bowling sue
cess at shoemaker, you slob. I'll Ak
your clock for you, my hearty. I'll
have your ticket took away from you.
an that's no Chinaman's dream.
nuther."
sTts all my fault runnin' by dead
rsckonin'," the honest Gibney pro-
tested. 'Mac amt to fault. The en-
gfhe room telegraph busted an he got
he wrong signal"
SITS his business to see to It that
hes got an engine room telegraph that
won't bust
sYou dogi" McGufrey roared and
sprang At the skipper. who leaped
aimbIy up the little ladder to the top
Of the pilot house and stood prepared
10 Kick Mr.. McGufrey in the face
should that worthy venture up after
aim. II can't persuade you to GIT me
nothin' that 4 ought TO have. I'm tired
woriin' with junk an scraps an cop
;sreushi !.