The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-11-16
Ccontinued from Y,esterday.)


 Gin Seng smiled his bland, inscru- table Chinese smile. You ketchum two China boy in box, he queried: beautiful specimens they be-
 ''No money, no China boy" Gibney added firmly.
 money you wantee. No can do. Me pay two hundred dollah. Five hundred dollars heap muchee. No have got"
 'fNothin' dofn' John. Five hun dred dollars an not a penny less. Put up the dough or beat it.'
 Gin Seng expostu1ated, lied, evaded and all but wept, but MT. Gibney was obdurate and eventually the China man paid over the money and de parted with the remains of his coun- trymen. 'I knew he'd come through, got to ship them stiffs to China to rest alongside their ancestors or be in Dutch with the sperrits the de- parted forever after.'
 De we have to split this swag with that dirty Scraggs?'' McG uffey want ed to know 'tSeein' as how he tried to give us the double cross-''
 'FWe'n fix Scraggsy-al1 ship shape an legal so's he won't have no come back"
 They had not long to wait. Upon his arrival at Gin Seng's place of bus mess Captain Scraggs had been in twenty minutes before, and further in- quiry revealed that he had departed in an express wagon Consumed With misgivings of disaster, Scraggs return ed to the Maggie as fast as the cable car and his legs could carry him. In the cabin he found MT. Gibney and McGuffey playing cribbage. They laid down their hands as Scraggs en- tered.
 MT. Gibney began at once: gro show you what funny world this is while me tan Barts settin' on deck a-awitin' for you to come back, along breezes a fat old Chinaman in an express wagon an offers to buy them two cases of Oriental goods. He a fair offer. Lemme see, now, he continued. and got out a stub of lead pencil with which he commenced fig uring on the white oilcloth table GOV CT. We paid twenty dollars for them two derelicts an a dollar tow age. That's twenty one dollars, an a third O twenty-one is seven, an seven dollars from twenty-five leaves eighteen dollars comin' to you. Here's your eighteen dollars, Scraggsy, you lucky old vagabond-an clear profit on a neat days work, no expense, on investment, no back-breakin interest charges or overhead, am sold out at your own fgger.
 Captain Scraggs' face was a, study in conflicting emotions as he raked in the eighteen dollars. Thanks, Gib.'' he said frigidly-
 Me an Gib's goin' ashore for lunch at the Marigold cafe" McGuf- fey announced presently, in order to break th ehorrible silence that follow ed Scraggsy's crushing defeat 1T m willin to spend some O my profits on the deal an blow you to a lunch with small bottle O Dago Red thrown in. How about it, Scraggs?
 I'm on,'' Scraggs sought to throw off his gloom, and appear spr1ghtly 'What'd you peddle them two ca tiavers for. Glib ?"
 Mr Gibney grinned broadly. but did not answer. In effect. his grin informed Scraggs that that was noEe Hssimilated the hint. 'fWeH, at any rate, Glib, whatever you soaked him, it was a mighty good sale an congratu- late you. I think mebbe l might ha Hone a little better myself, but then it ain't every day a fe11er can turn an eighteen-dollar trick on a corpse
 "Comin' to lunch with us ?'' McGuf- fey demanded.
 Sure. Wait minute till I run forward an see if the lines is all fast
 He stepped out of the cabin and presently GibneyS and McGuney were conscious of a rapid succession of McGuffey.
 Mother new hat gone to h-,' snurmured McGuffey.
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 Even after allowing for the expen- ditures on the engine weighing heav- lily on Captain Scraggs, that individ- ual continued moroSe and more than ever inclined to be sarcastic. Mir. Gibney commented on the fact to MT. McGuffey.
 He's troubled financially, Gib."
 Well, you know who troubled him, don't you, Bart?''
 ~I mean about the cost O them re-