The Owosso times., 1922-03-03
enough to telephone into the city for

enough to telephone into the city fer
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 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 stiek-in-
the-mud. WHATS the matter with get
tin your own shanks wetT'
81 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 a
good fellow"
"Scraggsy, 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 amt
worth it,"
"Ain't worth Il Why, man, j 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'n ask
is: who's goin' TO pay the bilf?'
It'll be two hundred an fifty dollars
at the lowest fgger an If You got
that much credit with the towboat
company you're some high ffnancier.
Amt that logicr
I'm afraid" Scraggs replied sadly,
"it is. Still, they'd have a lien on
the Maggie"
"Steamer ahoy!" came a voice from
the beach.
Man with a megaphone," Mr.. Glib
ney cried. "Ahoyl Ahoy, there!"
"Who are you an what's the tror-
ble?
Captain Scraggs took II upon him
self to answer: american steamer
Mag"
Mr. Gibney sItang upon him tiger
ishly, placed horny, tobacco-smelling
palm across Scraggs' mouth and effec-
lively smothered all further sound.
american steamer Yankee Prince"
he bawled like n veritable Bun of
Bashan, "of Boston, Hong Kong to
Frisco, with general cargo OF sandal
wood, rice an silk. Where're we at"
"Just outside the Gate. Half mile
o. the Cliff house"
Telephone in for a 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 it up to You
when we get safe anchorage. Who
are your"
"Lindstrom, of the Golden Gate Life
Saving station
"l1l not forget you, Llndstrom. My
owners are Yankees, but they're
sports"
"All right. I'll telephone. On my
wayw
"God speed you" murmurcd Mr..
Gibney, and released his hold on Cap
tain Scraggs, who instantly threw his
arms around the navigating officers
burly neck. II forgive yOu, Adelbert,"
he crooned. II forgive you freely. By
the tail of the Great Sacred Bull,
you're q marvel. She's an all night fog
or I'm a Chinaman, and If II only
stays thick enough"
9TH hold" Gibney retorted dogged-
ly. ITS tule fog. They always
hold. Quit huggin' me. Your breath's
bad"
backward, bumped into the pilot house,
but lost none of his enthusiasm.
You're q jewel" he declared. "Oh,
man, what a head Whatever made
you think of the Yankee Prince?"
Because" Mr.. Gibney answered
calmly, "there ain't no such ship, this
land of ours bein' a free republic
where princes don't go. Still, it's
nice name, Scraggs, old tarpot-mOre
particular since I thought it up in
hurry. Eth, what?"
'Halvorsen," cried Captain Scraggs.
The lone deckhand emerged from q
hole I'm 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" lie doomed.
"All hands below to the galley I"
Scraggs shouted. "While we're wait
in for this here towboat TIL brew
scuttle o grog to celebrate the dis
covery O. real sea-farin' talent. Glib,
my dear boy, I'm proud of you. No
matter what happens, I'll never have
no other navigatin' officer"
"Don't crow till you're out o. the
the astute Gibney warned
him.
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