Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1922-01-20
CHAPTER II-continued.

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She did-with a crack that shook
the rigging and caused 1t to rattle like
buckshots in a pan. A terrible cry
such a cry. indeed as might burst
frcn the lips of a mother seeing Der
opIy child run down by the Limited
gdrst from poor Captain SntGggs. MY
ship! My shipl" he h0wlea. 'My
darling little Maggiel They've killed
you, they've killed you'll The dirty
iubbers"
The succeeding wave lifted the Mag
gle of the beach, carried her in some
fifty feet further, and deposited her
gently on the sand. She heeled over
10 port little and rested there as II
che was very, very weary, nor could
all tae threshing of her screw in re-
verse haul her off again. The surf,
dasbing in under her fantail, had more
power than McGuffey's engines, and,
foot by foot, the Maggie proceeded to
dig herself in. Mr.. Gibney listened
for FIVE minutes to the uproar that
rose from the bowels of the little
steamer before he whistled up Mr..
McGuffey.
xiii her, kill her." he ordered.
''Your wheel will bite into the sand
erst thing you know, and tear the
stern off her. You're shakin' the old
girl to pieces"
McGuffey killed his engine, banked
bis fires. and came up on deck, wiping
Ais anxious face with fearfully filthy
sweat rag. At the same time Scraggs
and Neils Halvorsen came crawling
aft over the deckload and when they
pilot house, Captain Scraggs threw his
brown derby ON the deck and leaped
upon 1t until, his rage abating ulti-
mately, no power on earth, in the air,
or under the sea, could possibly have
rehabilitated 1t and rendered 1t fit for
further wear, evea by Captain Scraggs.
This petulant practice of jumping on
his hat was a habit with Scraggs
whenever anything annoyed him par
ticularly and was always infallible evil
dence that a simple declarative SEN
tence had stuck in his throat.
"Well, old whirling dervish." MIR.
Gibney demanded calmly when Scraggs
paused for lack of breath to continue
bis dance, "what about It? We're up
Salt Creek without a paddle; the devil
to pay and no pitch hot"
'McGuffey's fred!' Captain Scraggs
screeched.
"Come, come, Scraggsy, old tarpot,"
Mr. Gibney soothed "This amt no
time for fightin'. Thinkin' an actin
Ia all that saves the Maggie now"
But Captain Scraggs was beyond
reason. "McGuffeys fired McGuf-
fey's fred!" he reiterated. "The. dirty
rotten wharf rat Call yourself an
engineerP" he continued witheringly.
"As an engineer you're bowling sue
cess at shoemahn', you slob. I'll fix
your clock for you, my hearty. Eli
have your ticket took away from you,
an that's no Chinaman's dream,
nuther."
Its all my fault rUnnin' by dead
Teckonin'," the honest Gibney pro-
tested "Mac amt to fault. The en-
zine room telegraph busted an he got
the wrong signal"
Its his business to see to 1t that
he's got an engine room telegraph that
won't bust
"You dog" McGuffey roared and
aprang at the skipner, who leaped
nimbly up the little ladder to the top
Of the pilot house and stood prepared
70 kick Mr., McGuffey IN the face
should that worthy venture up after
him. II can't persuade you to git me
nothin' that l ought to have. Tn tired
Workin' with Junk an scraps an cop
per wire and pieces o. string. I'm
through !"
You're right-you're through, be-
cause you're fred y Scraggs shrieked
In insane rage sect OIL NY ship, you
maritime impostor, or I'll take, pistol
TO you. Overheard with you, you
greasy, Anticipated bounderl You're
rotten, understand? Rottenl Rotten
RottenT"
You owe me eight dollars an six
b!tA. Scraggs," Mr.. McGuffey reminded
bis owner calmly. "Chuck down the
sponduliczS ar I'll get Off your ship"
Captain Scraggs was beyond reason,
10 ne tossed the money down to the
engineer. NOW git" he commanded.
Without further ado. Mr.. McGuffey
started across the deckload to the
to'eastle head. Scraggs could not see
Aim but he could hear him-so he
pelted the engineer with potatoes, cab
sage heads and onions, the vegetables
descending about the honest McGuffey
IN veritable barrage. Even in the
e2rkuess several Of these missiles took
eject.
Upon resching the very apex of the
Aaggie's bow, Mr. MeGuffey turned