The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-04-29
,(Continued from last issue).

II know you will" said Mr.. Chimney
sadly. "That's just what hurts. You
see, Scraggsy, I never intended 'em
for Descanso bay in the first plhce.
There's a nice healthy little revolution
fomentin' down in the United States
of Colombia, with Adelbert P. Glbney
pfayin' both ends to the middle. And
there's dog-hole down on the Gold
coast where 1 intended to land this
cargo, but now that Scab Johnny's
sOue to work and sent me bay scOw
instead Of n sea-goin' steamer, I'm in
the nine hole instead o dog-hole. i
can never set as far as the Gold coast
with the Maggie. She can't carry coal
enough to last her"
But l thought these guns and
things was for the Mexicans," Qua
vered Captain Scraggs. "Scab Johnny
and Lopez told me they WAS.
Mr.. Gibney groaned and hid his face
ii, his hands. "Scraegsy," he said sad
", it's a -cinch you amt used the
past four years to stimulate that imagf-
nation Of yours. OF course they was
purchased for the Mexicans, but what
was to prevent me from Iettin' the
Mexicans pay for them, help out on
the charter Of the boat. and then have
me divert the cargo to the United
States OF Colombia, where I can sell
EN- ut clear profit, the cost bein'
nethin' to speak Of? Now you got to
come buttin' in with the Maggie, and
what happens? Why, got to be hon.
est, OF course. got to make good on
my bluff, and what's in it for me?
,Eothin' but glory. Can you hook a
sllunk Of glory for ham and eggs,
pb1neas Scraggs? Not on your life. II
It hadn't been for you buttln' in with
your blasted, rotten hulk of fresh
water skifr, I'd"
Mr.. Gibney paused ominously and
savagely bit the end of his cigar As
for Captain Scraggs, every drop Of
blood in his body was boiling III de-
tense Of the ship he loved.
"You're a pirate" he shrilled.
"And you're just as big hornet rs
you eyer was" replied Mr.. Gbney.
always buzzin' around where You
Amt wanted. But still. what's the use
Of bawlin' over split milk? Well drop
into San Diego for n couple Of hours
and take on coal, and about sunset
wen pull out and make the run down
to Descanso bay In the dark. We
might as we'll forget the past and put
this thing through as per program.
Only saw visions OF schooner all
my own. Scraggsy, and-well, what's
the use? What's the use? Scraggsy,
you're a natural-bOrn mar-pot. Al
ways buttin' in, buttin' In. fit for moth
in hut the green-pea trade. However.
! guess l can turn into my old berth
and get some sleep. Put the old girl
under a slow bell and save your coal.
Wen have to fool away four or five
hours in San Diego anyhow and there
amt no sense in crOwdin' the old hulk"
"Gib," said Captain Scraggs. twas
that really your lay--tO steal the
cargo. double-cross the insurrecto
junta, and sell out 20 furrin' cOun-
try"
"Of course it was," said Mr.. Glib
ney pettishly. ''They all do such
things in the banana republics. Why
should he an exception? There's half
dozen different gangs fightn' each
other and the government in Mexico.
and II don't deliver these arms. just
see all the lives I'll be savin'. And after
got the cargo into Colombia and
sold 1t. could have peached on the
rebels there, and got a reward for It,
and saved lot more lives, and come
away rich and respected"
by the Lore Harry" said Captain
Scraggs, "but you've got an imagina-
ton, Glib. I'll swear to that. Glib. /
take Off my hat to you. You're oil
tight and shipshape and no loose ends
bobbin' around you. Don't tell me th'
schemes got t fall through, Glib. Great
snakes, don't tell me that. Amt there
some way O gettln' around it? There
must be. Why, Glib, my dear boy, ]
never heard of such a grand my in my
life. It's n absolute winner. Don't
give up Glib. on up your Imagination
and find way out. Let's get to-
gether, Glib, and make little, money.
Dang 1t all, Glib, been lonesome ever
since seen you last"
"Well." replied Mr.. Gibncy, I'll turn
in and try to scheme way out, but I
don't hold out no hope. Not ray of
1T. I'm afraid, Scraggsy, we've got to
be honest"
Saying which, Mr.. Gibney hoped up
into his berth, stretched his huge legs.
and fell asleep with his clothes on.
Captain Scraggs looked him over with
the closest approach to affection that
had ever lightened his cold gray eye,
and signing heavily. presently Went on
deck. As he passed up the companion.
way, the first mate heard him murmur
"Gfb's n fine lad. I'll be dad burned
If he amt"
AT six o'clock next morning the
Maggie was rounding Point Iona,
heading in for San Diego bay, and
Captain Scraggs. went below and