The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1922-02-03

amt wanted. But still, what's the use
of bawlin' over split milk? Well drop
into San Diego for couple of hours
| and take on coal, and about sunset
Wen pull out and make the run down
to Descanso bay In the dark. We
might as well forget the past and put
this thing through as per program
Only saw visions of a schooner all
my own, Scraggsy, and-well, what's
the use? What's the use? Scraggsy,
you're "a natural-born mar-plot. Al
ways buttin' in. buttin' in, fit for moth
in but the green-pea trade. However,
guess | can turn into my old berth
and get some sleep. Put the old girl
under slow bell and save your coal.
Well have to fool away four or five
hours in San Diego anyhow and there
amt no sense in crowdin' the old hulk. y
Glib said Captain Scraggs, twas
that really your lay-to steal the
cargo. double-cross the insurrecto
junta, and sell out to furrin' coun-
try?"
"0f course it was" said Mr.. Glib
ney pettishly. .'They all do such
things in the banana republics. Why
should be an exception? There's half
dozen different gangs fightin' each
other and the government in Mexico,
and if l don't deliver these arms, just
see all the lives I'll be savin' And after
got the cargo into Colombia and
sold it, could have peached on the
rebels there, and got reward for 1t,
and saved lot more lives, and come
away rich and respected"
.By the Lord Harry" said Captain
Scraggs, 'but you've got an magma
| ton, Glib. I'll swear to that. Glib, /
take, off my hat to you. You're all
tight and shipshape and no loose ends
bobbin' around you. Don't tell me tn
schemes got t. fall through, Glib. Great
snakes don't tell me that. Amt there
some way o. gettin' around it? There
must be. Why, Glib, my dear boy, !
never heard of such grand lay in my
life. It's a absolute winner. Don't
give up, Glib. Oil up your Imagination
and find way out. Let's get to-
gether, Glib, and make little money.
Dang it all. Glib, I been lonesome ever
since | seen you last"
WELL" replied Mr.. Gibney, "rll turn
in and try to scheme way out, but /
don't hold out no hope. Not ray of
it. I'm afraid, Scraggsy, we've got to
be honest"
Saying which, Mr.. Gibney hoped up
into his berth, stretched his huge legs,
and fell asleep with his clothes on.
Captain Scraggs looked him over with
the closest approach to affection that
had ever lightened his cold gray eye,
and signing heavily, presently went on
deck. AS he passed up the companions
way. the first mate heard him murmur !:
"Gib's fine lad I'll be dad burned
if he amt"
At six o'clock next morning the
Maggie was rounding Point Iona,
heading in for San Diego bay, and
Captain Scraggs went below and
awakened Mr. Gibney.
Whats for breakfast, Scraggsy, old
kid?" asked Mr. Gibney.
Fried eggs" said Captain Scraggs,
remembering Mr.. Gibney,s Partially
for that form of nutriment in the van
ished days of the green-pea trade.
Ham an fried eggs an sizzlin' pot
o. coffee. Thought way out o our
mess, Gib?''
mot yet" replied Mr. Gibney as he
rolled out of bed, 'but eggs is always
stimulatin', and l don't give up hope
on full stomach"
An hour later they were tied up I'M
der the coal bunkers, and at Mr.. Glib
ney's suggestion some twenty tons of