The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-11-18
(Continued from Yesterday

day after his interview with Scab l Johnny and on Manuel he engaged went up the Sacramento to bring the l Maggie down to San Francisco. Upon her arrival she was hauled out on the marine ways at Oakland creek clean | ed, caulked and some new copper | sheathing put on her bottom. She was also given g. dash of black paint,
 had her engines and boilers thorough | ly overhauled and repaired, and
 shipped new propeller that would add at least knot to her speed. Al l so, she had her stern rebuilt
 she slipped down to the l Black Diamond coal bunk CTS and took on enough fuel to car ry her to San Pedro; after which she | steamed across the bay to San Fran 1 cisco and tied up at Fremont street 1 wharf.
 The cargo came down in boxes, variously labeled There were "agri-
 cultural tmplements,' "cream sep l arator," a ''windmill'' and half a 1 dozen "sewing-machines, in addition
 to a considerable number of kegs all i legged to contain nails. Most of it | came down after five o'clock in the l afternoon after the wharfinger had { left the dock, and as nothing but a l dtsordered brain would have suspect | ed the steamer Maggie of an attempt | to break the neutrality laws, the en- | tire cargo was gotten aboard safely | and without a. jots of suspicion attach 1 ing to the vessel.
 When all was in readiness, Captain 1 Scraggs incontinently fired his | deck hand and engineer and inducted i aboard a new crew. carefully selected | for their filibuster virtues by Scab
 Johnny himself. Then while the new 1 engineer got up steam. Captain | flee for his final instructions and the balance of the first insta1ment due
 him.
 Briefly, his instructions were as fol- | ,ff Do, | on the southern California coast, he
 was to stand in close to Dune cove
 under cover of darkness and show two l green lights on the masthead. A man l would come alongside presently in a | small boat, and climb aboard. This | man would be the supercargc and the | confidential envoy of the insurrecto | junta in Los Angeles. Captain Scraggs ] was to look to this man for orders
 and to obey him implicitly, as upon 1 this depended the success of the ex- petition. This agent of the insurrec- | to forces would pay him the balance | of five thousand dollars due him inn | mediate1y upon discharge of the car l go at Descano bay. There was | body of tnsurrecto troops encamped | at Megano rancho, a mile from the | beach, and they would have a barge | and small boats in readiness to lighter | the cargo. Scab Johnny explained
 that he had promised the crew double
 wages and a bonus of a hundred dol | lars each for the trip. Don Manuel l Garcia Lopez paid over the requisite | amount of cash, and half an hour | later the Maggie was steaming down
 the bay on her perilous mission. The sun was setting as they passed
 the south channel, and with the wind 1 on her beam, the aged Maggie did | nine knots. Late in the afternoon | of the following day she was off the | Santa Barbara channel, and about l midnight she ran in under the lee of | Point Dune and lay to. The mate hung out the green signal lights, and l in about an hour Captain Scraggs
 heard the sound of oars grating in | rowlocks. A few minutes later a
 stentorian voice hailed them out of
 the darkness. Captain Scraggs had
 a Jacobs ladder slung over the side
 and the mate and two deckhands l hung over the rail with lanterns, light 1 ing up the surrounding sea feebly for l who sat nuffled in a great coat in i the stern of a small boat rowed by | two men. There was a very slight
 sea running, and presently the men
 in the small boat, watching their op-
 portunity by the ghostly light of the
 lanterns, ran their fran craft in un-
 der the lee of the Maggie. The figure
 in the stern sheets ieaped on the in
 stant. caught the Jacobs ladder.
 climbed nimbIy over the side, and
 swore heartily in very good English
 IS his feet struck the deck.
 Whats the name of this floating
 coffin?' he demanded in a chain
 locker voice. It was quite evident
 that even in the darkness, where her | the Maggie did not suit the special
 envoy of the Mexican insurrectos.
 American steamer Maggie" said i the skipper frigidly. "Scraggs is my
 name, sir. And if you don't like my l VeSSel-'
 ''scraggsyI' roared the special en- voy. .'Scraggsy. for a thousand! And the old Maggie of all boats! Scraggsy, | old tarpot, you fin! Duke me, you l dogsoned old salamander!"
 | "Gib, my dear boy!" shrieked Cap
 tain Scraggs and cast himself into Mir. Y Gtbney's arms i'll a transport of joy. MT. Gibney, for it was indeed he, pounded Captain Scraggs on the back | with one great hand while with the I other he crushed the shippers fin ngers to a pulp, the while he called on all
 the powers of darkness to witness
 that never in all his life had he re- II ceived such a pleasant surprise.
 It was indeed a happy moment. All
 the old animosities and differences were swallowed up in the glad hand
 clasp with which MT. Gibney greet
 ed his old shipmate of the green-pea II trade. Scraggs took him below at
 once and they pledged each others
 health in a stean1ing kettle of grog,
 course, rolled south toward Descanso
 bay.
 Well, I'll be kee1-hau1ed and skull dragged!' said Captain Scraggs, pro-
 duoing a box of two-for-a-quarter
 cigars and handing it to MT. Gibney "Gib, my dear boy, wherever have you been these last three years?" Everywhere" replied MT. Gibney. "I have been all over, mostly in Pan anna and the Gold coast For two years I've been navtgatin' officer on the Colombian gunboat Bogota. When I was a young feller did hitch in the navy and become O first-class l gunner, and then I went to seq. in the merchant marine, and got my mates license, and when flashed my credentials on the President of the United States of Colombia he give me job at dos cienti pesos orc" per. ' Thatts SnaniSh for tWo hundra6