The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-12-02
The Green Pea \ Pirates
 By Peter B. kyne

under her port bow as her hook took bottom. There was a commotion on decks, and then to MT Gfbneys dying ears came faintly the shouts and boat shot into the breakers and pull ed swiftly toward the beach. Ar. GIbney dreamed that a White man sat in the stern sheets of this whale beach it seemed to MT. Gibney that this man sprang ashore and ran swiftly toward him. And-Mr. Glib ney twisted his suffering lips into wry smile as he realized the oddities of this mirag@it seemed to him that this visionary white man bore a striking resemblance to Nels Hal vorsen. Nei1s Haivorsen, of all menl of the green-Dea trade! Dull, bow legged Neils, with his lost dog smile and his
 MT. GTbney rubbed his eyes feebly and half staggered to his feet. What was that? A shout2 Without doubt he had heard a sound that was not the moaning of their remorseless prisonkeepere, the sea. And Hands off," shrieked MT. GIbney and struck feebly at the imaginary | He felt himself swept into strong arms and carried an imrneasuraa bic l distance down the beach. Then | somebody threw water in his face | d | parched lips His swimming senses rallied a moment, and he discovered that he was lying in the bottom of a whaleboat. McGuffey lay beside him, and on a thwart in front of him sat good old Nei1s Halvorsen with Cap tain Scraggs' head on his knees. As l MT. Gibney looked at this strange tableau Captain Scra ggs opened his | eyes, glanced up at Nefls Hafvorsen. | and spoke
 Why if it ain't old squarehead Neils,'' hem uttered wonderingly. "If | it ain't Neils, I'll go to hades or some other seaport He closed his eyes again and subsided into a sort of leethargy, for he was content. He knew he was saved.
 MT. Gibney rolled over, and, strug- gling to his knees, leaned over Mo Guffey and peered into his drawn face.
 Mac, old shipmate! Mac, speak to me. Are you alive?' B. McGuffey. Esquire. opened 8 pair of glazed eyes and stared at the comm odore.
 Did we lick 'enf?" he whispered. ''The last I remember the king was putin it all over Scraggsy. And that Guffey paused, ana glanced warily around the boat, while a dawning horror appeared in his sunken eyes. 'Go back. Neils-go back-for Gods
 
 the-island. Bring-'em some-water They're canntbals-Neils, but never mind. Get then-aboard-the poor devils-if they're living ITwouldn't leave a-crocodile on that-hel1 hole, if I could-help it."
 An hour later the Robinson Crusoe syndicate, including the man Friday and the Goat, were safe aboard the Maggie u, and Neils Halvorsen, with the tears streaming down his bronz- ed cheeks, was sparingly doling out to them a mixture of brandy and water. And when thes yndicate was strong enough to be allowed all the water 1t wanted. Neils Halvorsen propped them up on deck and told 1 the story. When he had finished, Captain Scraggs turned to MT. GIb- ney.
 "GJb. my dear boy.'' he said, make a motion.''
 | "I move" said the commodore, that we set Taou-Tabu and the king 1 down on the first inhabited island we 1 can find. They've suffered enough. And 1 further move that we readjust l the ownership of the Maggie II syn 1 dtcate and cut the best Swede on | earth in on a quarter Of the profits" I ''Second the motion," said McGuf- 1 fey.
 Carried" said Captain Scraggs.