Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-02-02

a tug"
".Tain't scarcely probable. Scraggsy.
You abused him vile an threw LOT
Of fodder at him."
II 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 Deach
resorts an phone In to the Red STACK
Tug Boat company"
"'Twouldn't he 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
tim your own shanks wet?"
II dassen't, Glib. I've had touch
of chills an fever ever since used
to run mate up the San Joaquin
sloughs. Here's nickel to drop In
the telephone slot, Glib. There's q
good fellow"
"Scrnggsy, you're deludin' yourself.
Show me tugboat skipper that would
come out here on 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 aint
worth It,"
"Ain't worth Il! 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'll ask
Is: Who's goin' to pay the bill"
I'll be two hundred an fifty dollars
at the lowest figger. an If you got
that much credit with the towboat
company you're some high ilnancler.
Amt that Iogic?"
I'm afraid" Scraggs replied sadly.
at is. Still, they'd have lien on
the Maggie"
"Steamer ahoyw came voice from
the beach.
"AIan with megaphone," Mr.. Glib
ney cried. "Ahoy! Ahoy. there"
"Who are you an what's the trou-
bIe:"
Captain ScragGs took 1t upon him.
self to answer: "American steamer
Mag"
Mr.. Gibney snrnng upon him tiger
ishly. placed horny, tobacco-smellins
palm across Scrnggs' mouth and eirec-
lively smothercd all further sound.
"American steamer Yankee Prince"
he bawIed like veritable Bull Of
Bashan. "of Boston. Hong Kong to
Frisco. with n general cargo of sandal
wood, rice an silk. Where're we at?"
"Jnst outside the Gate. Half mile
O. the Clifr house."
Telephone in for 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 1t up TO you
when we get safe anchorage. Who
are you"
"LIndstrom, of the Golden Gate Life
Saving station"
"I'n not forget you. Lindstrom. My
uWuelS hlS 1uhhSNss puS my &C
sports"
"All right. I'll telephone. On my
way!"
"God speed you," murmured Mr..
Gibney. and released his hold on Cap
tain Scraggs, who Instantly threw his
arms around the navigating officers
burly neck. 81 forgive you. Adelbert,"
he crooned. 81 forgive you freely. by
the tail OF the Great Sacred Bull,
you're marvel. She's nm all night fog
or I'm Chinaman, and II 1t only
stays thick enough"
"It'll hold" Gibney retorted doggcd.
ly. "It's 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 head! Whatever made
you think of the Yankee Prlnce?"
Because" Mr.. GIbney answered
calmly, there aln't no such ship. this
lNnu OI OuTS DeIH lIec IcpuDllt
where princes don't go. Still. it's a
nice name, Scraggs. old tarpot-more
particular since thought 1t up In a
hurry. Eh, what?"
"Halvorsen," cried Captain Scraggs
The lone deckhand emerged from a
hole In the freight forward whittier
he had retreated to escape the vegeta
BILE barrage put over by Captain
Scraggs when McGuffey left the ship
"Aye, aye. SIR" he doomed.
"AlI hands below to the galley =
Scraggs shouted. "While we're wait
in for this here towboat I'll brew 6
scuttle o grog to celebrate the dis
covery O. real sea-farIn' talent. Glib
my dear boy, I'm proud Of you. NJ
matter what happens, I'll never hav,
no other navigatin' officer"
"Don't crow till you're out O. til,
woods" the astute Gibney warned
him.
CHAPTER III.
In the office Of the Red Stack Tut