The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1921-11-25

faint scarcely probable. Scraggsy.
You abused him vile an threw q lot
of fodder at him."
81 wish I'd 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 to one O. them beach
resorts an 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. What's the matter with get |
tin your own shanks wet7'
II dassen't. Glib. I've had q touch |
Of chills an fever ever since 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 S. 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, 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 skippers'l ask
is: who's goin' to pay the billT
It'll be two hundred an fifty dollars
at the lowest fgger, an II you got
that much credit with the towboat
company you're some high flnancier.
Amt that logic"
I'm afraid" Scraggs replied sadly,
at is. Still, they'd have a lien on
the Maggie"
Steamer ahoyl" came a voice from
the beach.
"Man with a megaphone," Mr.. Glib
ney cried. "Ahoy! Alloy, there"
"Who are you an what's the trou-
ble?"
Captain Scraggs took 1t upon him.
self to answer: american steamer
Mag"
Mr.. Gibney sprang upon him tiger
ishly, placed horny, Understanding
, palm across Scraggs' mouth and effec
, lively smothered all further sound
american steamer Yankee Prince,
he bawled like a veritable Bull o
Bashan, "of Boston, Hong Kong t
Frisco with a general cargo Of sanda
wood, rice an silk. Where're we att
"Just outside the Gate. Half mil
: O. the Cliff house."
, Telephone in for a tug. We're I
, nice shape, restin' easy, but our rud
e der's gone an the after web O. tn
r crank shaft busted. Telephone II
Q my man, an I'll make 1t up to 20
i. when we get a ssfe anchorage. VIII
{ are your
/ "Lindstrom, of the Golden Gate Lii
e Saving station"
"rll not forget you, Lndstrom. M
a owners are Yankees, but they'l
d sports"
"All right. I'll telephone. On n
q wayl"
1 "God speed you" murmured M
Gibney, and released his hold on Ca
tain Scraggs, who instantly threw h
arms around the navigating officer
burly neck. II forgive you, Adelbert
he crooned. II forgive you freely. I
the tail Of the Great Sacred Blu
! you're marvel. She's an all night f
II or I'm a Chinaman, and II 1t on
y stays thick enough"
Vi "ItIl hold" Gibney retorted dogge
u ly. "It's tule fog. They alwa
hold. Quit huggin' me. Your breath
M bad"
Captain Scraggs, hurled forcit
vi backward, bumped into the pilot hou
but lost none Of his enthusias
II you're a jewel" he declared. &C
|: man, what a head! Whatever ma
Il you think Of the Yankee Prince?"
Il Because" Mr.. Gibney answer
j calmly, ''there amt no such ship, Il
land Of ours bein' a free repub
Il where princes don't CO. Still, It's
i nice name, Scraggs, old tarpot-m'
particular since I thought it up In
a hurry. Eth, what?"
III "Halvorsen," cried Captain Scrag
I'll The lone deckhand emerged from
hole In the freight forward whit
he had retreated to escape the vege
y BILE barraga put over by Capt
"a Scraggs when McGuffey left the 81
AYE, aye, sir" he doomed.
"All hands below to the gale
me Scraggs shouted. "While we're W
re in for this here towboat I'll brew
~ scuttle O grog to celebrate the
ON covery O. real sea-farin' talent.
his my dear boy, I'm proud OF you.
gle, matter what happens, I'll never b
ed, no other navigatin' officer"
18th "Don't crow till you're out o
Job. woods." the astute Glbney war
he him.
the
CHAPTER III.
ont In the ONCE Of the Red Stack