The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-04-20

out, and in the meantime our luck
may have changed Let's scatter
around and try to locate some kind OF
4 job; then when them new employees
O. Scraggsy quit or get fired'-wh!chl
be after about two vcyagcS-an' the
old man comes around holdin' out the
olive branch o. peace, We'll give hin
the horselaugh."
Three days Of diligent search failec
to uncover the coveted Job for either
however, and on the morning of the
fourth day Mr.. Gibney announced that
it would be necessary to "raise the
wind" If the pair would breakfast.
They retired to the sidewalk to hold a
caucus and Mr.. McGuffey located n
dime which had dropped down inside
the lining Of his coat. THAT settles
it," Gibney declared. "We've skipped
two meals but I'll be burned if we
skip another. We'll ride out to the
San Mateo county line on the trolley
with that dime an then hoof it over
the hills to Halfmoon bay. Scraggs
won't git away from the dock here I'M
til after twelve o'clock, so we know
he'll lie ut Halfmoon bay all night. If
we start now we'll connect with him
in time for supper. Eth, Bart?"
"a twenty-mlle hike on tee-totally
empty stomach, with battle royal on
our hands the minute we arrive, weak
an destitoote. amt quite my idea O
enjoyment, Glib, but I'll 80 you II it
kills me- Let's up hook an away. Tn
for gittin' back to work an usin'
moral persuasion to git that new
boiler"
They took hitch in their belts and
started. From the point at which they
left the trolley to their journeys end
was stiff slx-hour jaunt. up hill and
down dale, and long before the march
was half completed the unaccustOmed
exercise had developed sundry gals
and blisters on the Gibney heels, while
the soles of poor McGuffey's feet were
so hot he voiced the apprehension that
they might burn to Il crisp ut any mo-
mcnt and drop Off by the wayside.
The crew Of the Maggie had ceased
working cargo for the day and Cap
tain Scraggs was busy cooking supper
in the galley when the two prodigals,
exhausted. crippled and repentant,
came to the door aud coughed prop!-
tiously, bur Captain Scraggs pretended
not to hear, and went on with his task
Of turnin. fried eggs with an artistic
flip Of the frying pan. So Mr.. Glib
ney spoke, struggling bravely to ap-
pear nonchalant. With his eyes on
the fried eggs and his mouth threaten
ing to SLAYER a. the glorious sight, he
said:
Hello, there. Scragssy, old tarpot.
How goes it with the owner o. the fast
nm commodious steamer Maggie? Git
that consignment O post-hoies aboard
yet?"
Mr.. Gibney's honest face beamed ex-
pectantly. for he was particularly par
tial to fried eggs. AS for his COM
panion in distress, anything edible and
which would serve to nullify the gnaw-
ing at his internal economy would he
welcome. Inasmuch as Captain
Scraggs did not readily reply to MIR.
Gibney's salutation, McGuffcy decided
to be more emphatic and to the point,
albeit IN a joking way.
"Hurry up with them eggs. Scraggs,'
he rumbletl. "Me an GIBBS walked
down from the city an we're hungry.
Jawn D. Rockerfeller'd give million
dollars for my appetite. Fry mine
hard. Scrasgsy. want sometin'
solid"
Get Off my ship, you murdcrin' pi-
rates." Scraggs screamed.
Not till we've ct,' the practical
minded engineer retorted. "Even then
We won't ct off. Me an Glib amt
got any feet left, Scraggs. II we had
to walk another step we'd be crippled