The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-05-06
(Continued from last issue)

I'm that case, Mac" replied the
commodore with smile, "we'll just
naturally shell him out Of house and
home"
"Well, them" said McGuffey, "let's
get the guns ready. Somethin tells
me these people amt to be trusted,
and I'm telIin' you right now, Glib, I
won't sleep well tonight unless them
two quarter gatlings and the Maxim
Eickers rapid-fire guns is mounted and
ready for business"
"All right, Mac" replied Mr.. Glib
ney, in the tone one uses when humor-
ing baby. "Set 'em up if it'll make
you feel more cheerful. Still, I don't
see why you want to 60 actin so fool
ISL over nothin'."
"Well, Glib" replied the engineer, II
may be crazy, but amt no fool. and
II there's dead whale around the
ship, l can come pretty near smellin
it. l tell you, Glib that Tabu-Tubu
niger had look in his eye for all
the world like cur dog lickin' bone
amt tnkin' no chances. My Old man
used to say: Bart, whatever you do,
alters have an anchor out to wind
wnrd'"
by the left hind leg Of the Great
Sacred Bull" snapped Captain Scraggs.
III you amt enough to preciptate
war"
War" replied McGuffey, ''is my
long sult-particularly war with native
niggers. I just naturally crave to
punch the ear Of anything darker than
Portugee. Remember how cleaned
out tbs police department Of Panama."
Mount the guns if you're goin' to,
Mac. II not, for the love Of the Lord
don't be demoralizin' the crew with
this talk Of war. All ask Is that you
ST. the guns after I've finished my
business here with Tabu-Tabu. He's
been on u war vessel, and knows what
guns are, and If he saw you mountin'
them 1t might break up our friendly
relations. He'll think we don't trust
him"
well. we DON'T" replied McGuffey,
dogge1Iy.
"N'c:'. we DO" snapped Captain
ScrnSgs.
There is always something connected
with the use Of that pronoun Of kings
which cats like n cnnker at the heart
OF men Of the McGufrey breed. That
officer now spat on the deck. in def
anCe Of the rules OF his superior Off
GERS, and glared at Captain Scraggs.
Speak for yourself, you miserable
little wart," he rOnred. "If you in
clude me on that cannibals' visitin'
list. and 60 to contradlctin' me agln,
ILL.,"
"Ma"." interrupted Mr.. Chimney, an
gri!y. "contlol yourself. It's agin the
rules 20 have :ng-chewir' and back hit
in OF the .l?egic II. Remember our
motto: AL for one and one for ALI
$3.50"
Here comes that sneakin' buShy-
headed murderer back to the vessel"
interrupted McGuffey II wonder
what tc@llment he's up to now"
Mr.. McCuffey was partly right, for in
few minutes Tabu-Tabu came along
side, climbed aboard. and snlnamed.
Mr. Chimney. fenrful Of McGuffey's in
ability ~ control his antipathy for
the rnce. beckoncd Captain ScrnGgs
and Tabu.Tnbu to follow him down
into the cabin. Meanwhile. MCGufley
contentcd himself by purading back
ward and forward across the TO-
castle head with Mauser rifle in the
hollow Of his arm and his person fair
ly bristling with pistols and cutlnsSes.
Whenever one Of the tlotillN OF canoes
hove to ut respectful distance.
showed signs Of crossing an imagi-
nary deadlinr drawn by McGuifcy. he
would point his rifle ut them and swear
horribly. lie ScOwled at Tahu-Tahu
when that individual finally emerged
from the conference with Mr.. Gibney
and Scraggs and went over the side
to his waiting canoe.
"Well, what's in the wind this
tlme?" inquired McGunfey.
"We're invited to big feed with
the king Of Kandavu," replied Captain
Scraggs, as happy as hoy. "Hop into
Il clean suit Of ducks, Mac. and come
along. GIBBS goin' to breach a little
key Of liquor and We'll make night
Of it."
Good lord" groaned McGuhfey,
"does the man think I'm low enough
to eat with niggers?"
Leave him to his own Devices
said Mr.. Gibney. indulgently. MACS
just as Irish as If he'd been born in
Dublin, instead Of his old man. No
body yet overcome the prejudice Of
an Irshman so We'll do the honors
ourse!f, Scraggsy, old skittles. and
leave Mac in charge Of the ship"
Mind you're both back ut a season.
able hour" warned McGuffey. IF you
amt, I'll suspect mischief and-say!
Glib! Well. what's the use of talkin'
to a man with an imagination? Only
# i have to. 90 ashore after You two,