Williams news., 1922-02-10
At KIRBY'S

good fel1Ow.'
 "Scraggsy, you're deludin' yourself
 Show me a tugboat skipper that would
 come out here on night like this tc
 pick up the S. S. Maggie, two decks
 an no bottom an loaded with garder
 truck. an I'll wag my ears an look at the back O. my neck. She ain't worth it."
 "Ain't worth it! Why. man, paid
 fifteen hundred hard cash dollars fol her."
 "Fourteen hundred an ninety-nine dollars an' ninety-nine cents too much. They seen you comin'. However,
 grantin' for the sake Of argument that she's worth the tow, the next question them towboat skippers1l ask Is: Who's goin' to pay the bill ? It'll be two hundred am fifty dollars at the lowest hgger, am if you got that much credit with the towboat company you're some high dnancier. Amt that logicr
 "Fm afraid" Scraggs replied sadly, 'it is. Still. they'd have a lien on the Maggie"
 Steamer ahoy r came . voice from the beach.
 "Man with . mezaphone," Mfr. Gib- ney cried. "Ahoyi Ahoy. there!"
 "who are you an what's the trou- bIef-
 Captain Scrasgs took it upon him. self to answer: American steamer Mag"
 Mfr. Gibney sprang upon him tiger !shly. placed a horny. tobacco-smelling palm across Scraggs' mouth and effec- lively smothered all further sound. American steamer Yankee Prince" he baw2ed like a veritable Bull of Bashan, "of Boston. Hong Kong to Frisco. with a general cargo of sandal wood. rice an silk. Where're we atr'
 "Just outside the Gate. Half 6 mile O the Cliff house"
 Telephone in for a tug. We're in nice shape, reStin' easy, but our rud- der's gone an the after web O the crank shaft busted. Telephone in, my man, an I'll make 1t up to you when we get a safe anchorage. Who are you?'
 'Lfndstrom, of the Golden Gate Life Saving station"
 ''I'1l not forget you. Lindstrom. My owners are Yankees, but they're sports"
 "All right. I'll telephone. On my way!"
 "God speed you" murmured Mir. and released his hold on Cap tain Scraggs, who instantly threw his arms around the navigating officers burly neck. "I forgive you, Adelbert," he crooned. "I forgive you freely. By the tail of the Great Sacred Bull. you're marvel. She's an all night fog or I'm a Chinaman, and if 1t only stays thick enough"
 It'll hold." Gibney retorted logged Iy. "It's a tule fog. They always hold. Quit huggin' me. Your breath's bad"
 Captain Scraggs. hurled forcibly | backward, bumped into the pilot house. l You're a 5ewel." he declared. "Oh, man, what a headi Whatever made you think of the Yankee Princer'
 Because" MT. Gibney answered | there ain't no such ship. this | land of ours bein' a free republic ] where princes don't go. Still. it's . | nice name. Scraggs. old tarpot-more l particular since I thought 1t up In . hurry. Eh. whatr'
 'Haivorsen." cried Captain Scraggs
 The lone deckhand emerged from a hole In the freight forward whither he had retreated to escape the vegeta ble barrage put over by Captain Scraggs when McGufey left the ship. 1 Aye, aye. sir" he boomed.
 "AN hands below to the gnlleyy scraggs shouted While we're wait m for this here towboat I'll brew a scuttle O grog to celebrate the dts ,overy O real sea-farin' talent. Glib. my dear boy, I'm proud of you. No natter what happens. I'll never have o other navigatin' off1cer.'
 Don't crow till you're out O the 7oods." the astute Gibney warned i'm.