The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-11-04
The Green Pea Pirates
 By Peter B. kyne
lContinued from Yesterday.)

CContinued from Yesterday) scra esaT aalnt o,, scarcely an ,,,, probable: threw a lot of fodder at him.
 ''I wish I'd been took with paraly- sis first" Scraggts 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 am 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. Whats the matter with gettin' your own shanhs wet?"
 I dassen't. Glib. I've had a touch of chills an fever ever since I used to run mate up the San Juaquin the telephone slot. Glib. There's a good fellow
 "Scraggsy, you're deludin' your self. Show me a tugboat skipper that would come out here on night like this to pick up the S. s. Maggie. two decks an no bottom an loaded with garden truck. am I'll wag my ears an look at the back O my neck. She ain't worth it.
 "Ain't worth it! Why, man. paid | fifteen hundred hard cash dollars for her"
 "Fourteen hundred an ninety-nine dollars an nine-ndne cents too much. l They seen you comin'. However, grantin' for the sake of argument | that she's worth the tow, the next question them towboat skippers'l1 ask | is: Who's goin' to pay the bill?' It'll be two hundred an fifty dollars | at the lowest fgger, an if you got that much credit with the towboat company you're some high financier. Amt that logic?"
 I'm afraid" Scraggs replied sadly. "it is. stn, the'd have lien on the Maggie"
 Steamer ahoyI' came a voice from the beach.
 Man with megaphone" MT. Gib- ney cried. "Ahoy! Ahoy, therei''
 Who are you am what's the trou. bIe?"
 Captain Scraggs took 1t 1pon him.
 Mir. Gibney sprang upon him tigerishly, placed a horny. tobacco smelling palm across Scraggs' mouth and effectively smothered all further ] sound. American steamer Yankee Prince" he bawled like a veritable Bull of Bashan. tof Boston. Hong Kong to Frisco with a general cargo of sandal wood, rice an silk. Where'r< I've at ?''
 I\"Just outside the Gate Half 6 mile O the Cliff house.
 Telephone in for a tug. We're il der's gone an the after web O thu crank shaft busted. Telephone in my man, am I'll make it up to yo7 when we get safe anchorage. Wh are you?'
 ..Lndstrom, of the Golden Cat Life Saving station
 1 I'll not forget you LindStrom. M owners are Yankees, but they'r sports.'
 "All right. I'll telephone. On m way!"
 God speed you." murmured Nil Gibney, and released his hold on Cap arms around the navigating officer | burly neck 'I forgive you. AdeI } bert" he crooned. 'I forgive yo freely. By the tail of the Great Sa , cred Bull. you're a marvel. She's a all night fog or Pm a Chinaman, an } if it only stays thick enough-'' : It'll hold.' Gibney retorted dog gediy Its tule fog. They alway . hold. Quit huggin' me. You ) Captain Scraggs. hurled forcibl backward. bumped into the pile : house, but lost none of his enthusi ' asR' You're a jewel" he declared Prince?"
 = "Because," MT. Gibney answere calmly there ain't no such ship. tht
 land of ours bein' a free repubH where princes don't go. Still, it's = nice name. Scraggs, old tarpot-mor 2 particular since I thought it up in hurry. Eh. what?''
 'Halvorsen,'' cried Captain Scrage The lone deckhand emerged fror
 ., hole in the freight forward whithe
 he had retreated to escape the vege table barrage put over by Captai
 Scraggs when McGuffey left the shil
 Aye aye, sir," he boomed
 All hands below to the galley!
 Scra ggs shouted. While we're wal
 in for this here towboat I'll brew
 scuttle O grog to celebrate the al. covery O real sea-farin' talent. Gil my Aessa hay. I'm proud of you. N