Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1921-10-27

think. I'll admit there amt much bi
a chance, because it's dead low water
now gu just as soon~as the tide is al
the flood she'll drive further up the
beach an fall apart"
perhaps McGuifey will have heart
enough 10 telephone into the city fol
q tug"
"'Iain't scarcely probable, Scraggsy
You abused him vile an threw a LOT
Of fodder at him"
81 wish III been took with paralysis
first" Scraggs walled bitterly. YOU'D
best jump ashore, Glib, an phone in
We're Just below the Cliff house and
you can run up 10 one o them beach
resorts an phone in 10 the Red Stack
Tug Goat company"
'Twouldnt be ethics for me, the
registered master o the Maggie, IL
desert the ship, Scraggsy, old sttck-in-
the-mud. What's the matter with get
tin your own shanks wet?"
II dassent, Glib. I've had q touch
Of chils an fever ever since l used
to run mate UP the San Joaquin
sloughs. Here's a nickel TO drop in
the telephone slot, Glib. There's a
good fellow"
"Scraggsy, you're deludin' yourself.
Show me tugboat skipper that would
come out here on a night like this to
pick up the 5. S Maggie, two decks
an no bottom an loaded with garden
truck, an I'll wag my ears an look
at the back o my neck. She amt
worth it,"
"Ain't worth i'll Why, man, 1 paid
fifteen hundred hard cash dollars for
her"
Fourteen hundred an ninety-nine
dollars an ninety-nine cents too much.
They seen you comm. However,
grantin' for the sake Of argument
that she's worth the tow, the next
question them towboat skippersll ask
IS: Who's goin' TO pay the bill?
tn 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?'
"Pm afraid" Scraggs replied sadly,
cit is. Still, they'd have a lien on
the Maggie"
steamer ahoy" came voice from
the beach.
MAN with a megaphone," Mr.. Glib
ncy cried "Ah0y! Alloy, therew
"Who are you an what's the trou-
ble?"
Captain Scraggs took it upon him
self to answer: american steamer
Mag"
Mr.. Gibney sprang upon him tiger
lshly. placed a horny, tobacco-smelling
palm across Scraggs' mouth and effec-
lively smothered all further sound.
american steamer Yankee Prince"
he bawlcd like n veritable Bull Of
Bashan, "of Boston, Hong Kong to
Frisco. with Il general cargo Of sandal
wood, rice an silk. Where're we at?"
Just outside the Gate Half mile
o. the CliT house"
Telephone in for a tug. We're In
nice shape, restin' easy, but our rud-
der's gone an the after web O. the
crank shaft busted. Telephone In,
my man, an I'll make it up to you
when we get safe anchorage. Who
are your
"Lindstrom, OF the Golden Gate Life
Saving station"
I'll not forget you, Lindstrom. My
owners are Yankees, but they're
sports"
"An right. I'll telephone. On my
way~
"God speed YOU" murmured Mr..
Gihney, and released his hold on Cap
tain Scraggs, who instantly threw his
arms around the navigating officers
bury neck II forgive you, Adelbert,"
he crooned. 81 forgive you freely. BY
the tail Of the Great Sacred Bull,
you're a marvel. She's an all night fog
or I'm a Chnaman. and If it only
stays thick enough"
"Itll hold" Glbney retorted logged
ly. ITS a tule fog. They always
hold. Quit huggin me. Your breath's
bad"
Captain Scraggs, hurled forcibly
backward bumped into the pilot house,
but lost none of his enthusiasm.
you're a jewel" he declared. "Oh,
man, what a head Whatever made
you think Of the Yankee Prlnce?
Because" Mr.. Gibney answered
calmly, there amt no such ship, this
land Of ours bein' free republic
where princes don't 20. Still, it's
nice name, Scraggs, old tarpot-more
particular since l thought it up In a
hurry En-, what?"
"Halvorsen," cried Captain Scraggs.
The lone deckhand emerged from a
hole in the freight forward whittier
he had retreated to escape the vegeta-
bic barrage put over by Captain
Scraggs when McGuffey left the ship.
aye, aye, sir" he doomed.
"All hands below TO the galley"
Scraggs shouted. "While we're wait
in for this here towboat I'll brew
scuttle o grog to celebrate the dis
covery O. real sea-farin' talent. Glib,
my dear boy, I'm proud Of you. No