Cheyenne Wells record., 1922-02-02
:c..AeIER. l,-certInued.

She -did-with crack that shook
the rigging and caused 1t to rattle like
buckshots In pan. A terrible cry
such a cry, Indeed. as might burst
from the lips OF a mother seeing her
only child run down by the Limited
burst from p0or Captain Scraegs. "My
ship! My ship!" he howled. "My
darling little Aiaggie! They've killed
you. they've killed you! The dirty
iubbers I"
The succeeding wave lifted the Mag
gle on the teach, carried. her In some
nfty feet further. and deposited her
gently on the sand. She heeled over
to port little and rested there as II
Ahe was very. very weary nor could
all the -threshing. OF her screw In re-
verse haul her OF again. The, surf.
dashIng In under her fantnll, had more
power than :McG,rrey's engtnes. and,
foot. by foot. the Maggie proceeded to
dig herself In. Mr.. Gibney listened
for five minutes TO the: rfproar that
rose from fher. bowels Of the little
steamer before he whistled up Mr..
McGufYey.
.Kin her, kill her, he ordered.
.Your. wheel will bite. into the sand
first thing you know. and tear the
stern or her. You're 'sliak'n' the old
girl to pieces" -. ~. --.
McGuffey Killed his engine. banked
his fires. and came up on deck. wiping
his anxious face with fenrfully filthy
sweat rag. At the same time Scrnggs
and Ncils .HalvOrsen came crawling
aft over the deckload and when they
reached, the clear space around the
pilot house. Captain Scraggs threw his
brown derby on the deck and leaped
upon II until, his rage abating. ulti-
nnteiy. no power on earth. In the air.
or under the sea. could possibly have
~ehahiiitated Il md rendered It. fit for
further wear, even by Captain Scraggs.
This petulant practice Of jumping on
his hat wns habit with Scrnggs
whichever. anything annoyed; him par
ticulariy and was always, infallible evi-
,Ience that a simple declarntiye SEN
fence had stuck In his throat.
..WelI, old whIrling dervish," Mr..
GIbney demanded calmly when Scraggs
paused for lack Of breath to continue
his dance, '.wliat about It? We're up
Salt Creek without a-paddle; the devil
To puy and no pitch hot" z,
"McGuTey's fred!" Captain Scraggs
screecied.
-Come. come, Scraggsy, old tarpot."
Mr. Gibney soothed. "This ain't no
time for fightin'. ThInkip' an. actin
is all that saves the Maggie now"
But Captain Scraggs WIS beyond
reason. "McGuffey's fired! McGuf-
fey's flred!' he reiterated. 1.-THE dirty
rotten wharf rat! Call yourself an
englneer?" he continued witheringly.
"As un engineer you're a bowling sue
cess Mt shoemakin', you slob. I'll fix
your clock for you, my hearty. I'll
have your ticket took away from you,
an thnt's no Chinaman's dream,
nuther."
"It's nll my fault runnin' by dead
reckOnin'.' the honest Gibney pro-
tested "Afac amt to fault. The en-
gine room telegraph busted an he got
the wrong signal"
"It's his business to see to 1t that
he's got an engine room telegraph that
won't bust"
"You dogw McGufrey aroared and
sprang at the skipper, who leaped
nlmbly up N,e- Mile ladder to the top
Of the pilot house and stood prepared
to kick Mr.. McGuffey IN the face
should that worthy venture, up after
him. "T can't persuade you to git me
uotbIn' thatI ought to have I'm tired
workin' with funk dfiS scraps an cop
Ieg w,re, spd .plSes q string I'm
fhr6tgki"y .Jf...G H$S > 81
you're right-.you.re. through. be-
cndae sjSdre ar@ais, serdggss ss6rIeked
IN insane rage. "fes Qnf my: ship. you
maritime impostor. Or frl- thke pistol
etos ,yOs.. . Oyerboard ,,<xith,-xpu,- you
areasy addIepated, bounded You're