The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-12-06
The Green Pea Pirates E
 By Peter B. kyne

with him most heartily and a tie vote resulted, MT. Gibney inclining toward the derelict.
 Whats we gofn' to do about it, Glib? ?'' Captain Scraggs demanded.
 When in doubt, Scraggsy. old tar pot, always play trumps. In order to
 make no mistake, right after break fast you an McGuffey go down to Jackson street wharf am interview this man Coakley about his steamer Victor You been goin' to sea long enough to know good hull when you see 1t, am if we can't trust Mac to know good set of inner works we'd
 better diso1ve the syndicate. As for
 me an Neils, we'll go down to the Front an charter tug an chase out after that there derelict before the revenue cutter gets her an blows her
 out O the path O. commerce with @ stick O dynamite
 Forthwith MT. Gibey and Neils, after snatching a hasty breakfast, de- parted for the waterfront, where they chartered a tug for three days and put to sea- At about 10 o'clock Cap
 tain Scraggs and McGuffey strolled
 l leisuIrely Ie down down. to Jackson Ks. on street
 noon they had completed most sat 1 isfactory inspection of the steamers s l rull and boilers, and bought her In | for S7,000. Captain Scraggs was de- l lighter. Already he had decided that heavy and profitable freights await ! ed the syndicate along the Sacramen- l ta river, where the farmers and or | chardists had been for years the vic- l tins of a monopoly and a gentlemen's l agreement between the two steam l boat lines that piled between Sacra-
 mento, Stockton and San Francisco. 1 On the afternoon of the third day ] MT. Gibney and Neils Halvorsen re- turned from sea. They were unutter- 1 ably weary and hollow-eyed for lack of sleep.
 Well. I suppose you two suckers
 found that derelict," challenged Me 1 Gufey.
 "Yep. Found her an got a line aboard an lowed her in. an it was a tough job. She's 1ayin' over on the Berkeley tide flats, an at lowtide to-
 morrow we'll go oyer an find ,o1 out ! name yet. She's practically sub- merged"
 'I think you was awful foolish, Gib. buyin' a pig in a poke that way. don't believe in goin' in blind. Me an Macs bought a real ship. We own the Victor.'' ''I'm dead on my feet" growled the commodore. and jumping into bed he refused to discuss the matter further and was sound asleep in a jfffy.
 MT. Gibney was up bright and early and arounsed the syndicate to action. The tide would be at it's lowest ebb at 9:31 and the commodore figured that his fortune would be lying well exposed on the Berkeley tide flats. He engaged a diver and a small gasolne launch. and after an early breakfast n a chophouse on the Elm barcadero they started for the wreck.
 They were within a half a mile of it, heading right into the eye of the wind, when Captain Scraggs and McGuffey stood erect in the launch stmultane-
 ous1y and sniffed like pair of-well, sea dogs.
 'Dead whale" suggested McGuffey.
 "I hope it ain't Gib's fortune," re- piled Scraggs drily.
 Shut up,' believed MT Gibney. He was shifting himself by this time, for as the launch swiftly approached the
 derelict the unpleasant odor became more pronounced.
 Fletcher that schooner was In col lision with a steamer" Captain Scraggs announced. "She was cut down right through the fo'castle with the watch below sound asleep, an this here fragrance appeals to me as 9 sure sign of a job for the coroner" (Continued Tomorrow.)