The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1922-02-10

coat in the stern Of small boat rowed
by two men. There was a very slight
sea running, and presently the men 10
the small boat, watching their oppor
tuDity by the ghostly light Of the Ian
terms. ran their frail craft In under
the lee Of the Maggie. The figure In
the stern sheets leaped on the instant
caught the Jacobs ladder. climbed
nimbly over the side. and swore heart
lily In very good English as his feet
struck the deck.
whats the name Of this floating
coffin?" he demanded In q chain-lockef
voice. It was quite evident that even
in the darkness, where her many de
fects were mercifully hidden, the Mag
gle did not suit the special envoy Of
the Mexican insurrectos.
American steamer Maggie" said
the skipper frlgidly. "Scraggs is my
name, sir. And II you don't like my
vessel"
"Scraggsy roared the special en-.
voy. "Scraggsy, for thousand' And
the old Maggie of all boats! Scraggsy,
old tarpot, your fin! Duke mo, you
doggoned old salamander !"
"Gib, my dear boy!" shrieked Cap
tain Scraggs and cast himself into Mr.
Gibney's arms In a transport Of JOY,
Mr.. Gibney, for II was indeed he,
pounded Captain Scraggs on the back
with one great hand while with the
other he crushed the shippers fingers
to a pulp, the while he called on all
the powers Of darkness to witness that
never In all his life had he received
such a pleasant surprise.
It was indeed happy moment. All
the old animosities and differences
were swallowed up In the glad hand
clasp with which Mr.. Gibney greeted
his old shipmate Of the green-pes
| trade. Scraggs took him below at once
and they pledged each others health
"Well, I'll be keel-hauled and skull
dragged! !" said Captain Scraggs, pro
ducing box of two-fOr-a-quartei
cigars and handing j to Mr.. Gibney
"Gib, my dear boy, Wherever have you
been these last three yearsT
Everywhere" replied Mr.. Gibney
II have been all over, mostly in Pana.
ma and the Gold coast. For two years
I've been navigatin' officer on the Co
lombian gunboat Bogota. When I wa.
a young Teller did hitch In the navy
| and become first-class gunner, and
then went to sea In the merchant ma
rine, and got my mates license, and
when l flashed my credentials on the
| president of the United States Of Co
lombia he give me job at "dos cienti
two hundred bucks gold month. I've
been through two wars and I got o
medal for sinkin' q flshin' smack.
talk Spanish Just like native, l don't
drink no more to speak Of, and I've
been savin' my money. Some day
when l get the price together I'm goin
back to San Francisco, buy me nice
little schooner, and 60 tradin' In the
South seas. How they been comm
with you. Scraggsy, old kiddow
Lovely" replied Scraggs. "Jusi
simply grand. I'll pull ten thousand
out Of this job"
Mr.. GIbney whIstled shrilly through
his teeth.
That's the ticket for SOUP" he SAID
admiripgly. II tell you, Scraggs, this
soldier ct fortune business may be all
right, but 1t don't amount to much
compared to being a sailor Of fortune,
Ell, Scraggsy7 Just as soon as heard
there was a revolution In Mexico I quit
my job In the Colombian navy and
come north for the pickin's.
No, amt been In their rotten little
army. Dye think l want to
60 around KILN people7 There
amt no pleasure gettin' killed In the
mere shank Of a bright. and prosper.
GUS life dead hero don't
gather no moss. Scraggsy. Reads all
right In books, but II don't appeal
none to me. I'm for peace every time,
so right away as soon ~ heard Of
the trouble, says to myself: Things
has been pretty quiet In Mexico for
twenty years. and they're due to shift
things around pretty much. What
them poems need IL Q man with an
magination to help en- out, and II
they've got the money. Adelbert p. Glib
ney can supply the brains.' SO I comes
north to Los Angeles, shows the In
surrecto junta my medal and my hon
orable discharges from every ship I'd
ever been In. includin' the gunboet Bo-
gotta. and talked big and swelled
around and told 'em to run IN some
Arms and get busy. I framed It all mp
for this nlibustef trip you're On,
Scrsggsy, only hevsr did hear that
they'd picked on you. I told that COT.
| fee-colored rat Of Z Lopes man q
hunt up Scab Johnny and he'd set him
right, but II anybody had told me you
had the nerve to run the Maggie IN q
this deal. scraggsy, I'd a-callsd him {
liar. Scraegs, you're mucho-bueno
that Il. you're al right. I'm % used
| to taikin' Spanish I forget myself
Stiil. there's. one end q this littls deal
that amt exactiy explained "a. IN
hands. II I'd a-known they We char.
terin' the MassiA ia Ave blocked ~
same
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