Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1922-01-20

faint scarcely probable, Scraggsy.
You abused him vile an threw a lot
of fodder at him"
Il wish I'd been took with paralysis
nrst'" Scraggs walled bitterly. You'd
best jump ashore, Glib, an phone in.
We're just below the Cliff house and
You can run up to one o. them beach
resorts an phone In to the Red Stack
Tug Boat company"
Wouldn't be ethics for me. the
registered master o. the Maggie, to
desert the ship, Scraggsy. old stick-in-
the-mud. What's the matter with get
tin your own shanks wet?"
Il dassen't, Glib. I've had a touch
Of chills an fever ever since l used
to run mate up the San Joaquin
sloughs. Here's a nickel TO drop in
the telephone slot, Glib. There's a
good fellow"
"Scraggsy, you're deludin' yourself.
Show me tugboat skipper that would
come out here on a night like this TO
pick up the S. S. Maggie, two decks
an no bottom an loaded with garden
truck, an I'll wag my ears an look
at the back o. my neck. She amt
worth It."
Amt worth It'll Why, man, 1 paid
fifteen hundred hard cash dollars for
her"
Fourteen hundred aa ninety-nine
dollars an ninety-nine cents 100 much
They seen you comm. However,
grantin' for the sake of argument
that she's worth the tow, the next
question them towboat skippers'n ask
is who's goin' to pay the bin
TIN be two hundred an fifty dollars
at the lowest figger, an If you got
that much credit with the towboat
company you're some high financier.
Amt that logic7"
I'm afraid" Scraggs replied sadly.
"it is Stin, they'd have a lien on
the Maggie"
steamer ahoyl" came voice from
the beach.
"Man with megaphone," Mr.. Glib
ney cried. "Ahoyi Alloy. therew
"Who are you an what's the trou-
ble?"
Captain Scraggs took 1t upon him
self to answer: American steamer
Mag"
Mr.. Gibney sprapg upon him tiger
ishly, placed a horny, tobacco-smelling
palm across Scraggs' mouth and effec-
lively smothered all further sound.
american steamer Yankee Prince"
he bawled like AZ veritable Bull Of
Bashan, "of Boston, Hong Kong to
Frisco with a general cargo of sandal
wood, rice an silk. Where're we atT'
"Just outside the Gate. Half a mile
O. the Cliff house"
Telephone In for a tug. We're IN
nice shape, restin' easy, but our rud-
crank shaft busted. Telephone In,
my man, an I'll make 1t up to you
when we get a safe anchorage. Who
are your"
"Lindstrom, of the Golden Gate Life
Saving station"
an not forget you, Lindstrom. My
owners are Yankees, but they're
sports"
"An right. I'll telephone. On my
wayI"
"God speed you" murmured Mr..
Gibney, and released his hold on Cap
tain Scraggs. who instantly threw his
arms around the navigating officers
burly neck. 81 forgive you, Adeibert,"
he crooned. 81 forgive you freely BY
the tail of the Great Sacred Bull,
you're a marvel. She's an all night fog
or I'm a Chinaman, and If 1t only
stays thick enough"
"It1l hol1," Glbney retorted logged
ly. TITS a tule fog. They always
hold. Quit huggin' me. Your breath's
bad"
Captain Scraggs, hurled forcibly
backward, bumped into the pilot house,
but lost none of his enthusiasm.
You're a jewel" he declared. "Oh.
man, what a head Whatever made
you think of the Yankee PrinceT
Because" Mr.. Gibney answered
calmly, there amt no such ship, this
land Of ours bein' a free republic
where princes don't go. Still, it's a
nice name, Scraggs, old tarpot-more
particular since thought it up in a
hurry. Eli, what?"
"Halvorsen," cried Captain Scraggs.
The lone deckhand emerged from a
hole in the freight forward whittier
he had retreated to escape the vegeta-
Bile barrage put over by Captain
Scraggs when McGuffey left the ship.
AYE, aye, sir" he doomed.
"All hands below to the galley -
Scraggs shouted. "While we're wait
in for this here towboat I'll brew a
scuttle o. grog to celebrate the dis
covery o. real sea-farin' talent. Glib,
my dear boy, I'm proud of you. No
matter what happens, I'll never have
no other navigatin' officer"
Don't crow till you're out o. the
woods" the astute Gibney warned
him.
CHAPTER 10.
In the office Of the Red Stack Tug
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