Williams news., 1922-03-03
(Continued from last week.

Somewhat creStfalIen, the striking
 pair repaired to the Bowhead saloon
 to discuss the situation over a glass of
 beer. However, MT. Gfbney's spirits
 never dropped below zero while he
 had one nickel to rub against another :;
 hence such slight depression as he
 felt was due to feeling that Captain
 Scraggs had basely swfndled him and
 McGuffey. He was disappointed in
 Scraggs and said as much. "How-
 ever, Bart" he concluded, well
 never say die while our money holds
 may have changed. Let's scatter
 around and try to locate some kind of
 a job; then when them new employees
 O Scraggsy quit or get fired-which'll
 be after about two voyages-an' the
 old man comes around holdin' out the
 olive branch O peace, we'll give him
 the horselaugh."
 Three days of diligent search failed
 to uncover the coveted job for either.
 however. and on the morning of the } fourth day MT. Gibney announced that it would be necessary to raise the
 wtnd." if the pair would breakfast. They retired to the sidewalk to hold i. caucus and MT. McGuffey located a ! dime which had dropped down inside ] the lining of his coat. That settles ] it,' Gibney declared. "Weve skipped l two meals but I'll be durned 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 un- l til after twelve o'clock, so we know he'll lie at Halfmoon bay all night. If we start now we'll connect with him in time for supper. Eh. Bart?''
 "A twenty-mile hike on a tee-totally empty stomach, with a battle royal on our hands the minute we arrive, weak an destitoote, ain't quite my idea O enjoyment, Glib. but I'll go you if it kills me. Let's up hook an away. I'm for gittin' back to work an usin' moral persuasion to git that new
 They took hitch in their belts and started. From the point at which they left the trolley to their journeys end was stiff six-hour jaunt, up hill and down dale, and long before the march was half completed the unaccustomed exercise had developed Sundry gals and blfsters on the Gibney heels, while the soles of poor McGuffey's feet were so hot he voiced the apprehension that they might burn to crisp at any mo- ment 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 l in the galley when the two prodigals. exhausted, crippled and repentant came to the door and coughed prop: tiously. but Captain Scraggs pre-. eth.eo vlraf trH Han md T, h ouly of turning fried eggs with an artistic l flip of the frying pan. So MT. Gib- | ney spoke, struggling bravely to ap- pear nonchalant. With his eyes on l the fried eggs and his mouth threaten | ing to slaver at the glorious sight, he | said:
 "BslIo, there, Scraggsy, old tarpot. How goes it with the owner O the fast | an commodious steamer Maggie? Git that consignment O post-holes aboard yet?'
 Mir. Gibney's honest face beamed ex. pectantly, for he was particularly par tial to fried eggs As for his con- panion in distress. anything edible and which would serve to nullify the gnaw- ing at his internal economy would be welcome. Inasmuch Captain Scraggs did not readily reply to MT. salutation. McGuffey decided to be more emphatic and to the point. albeit in joking way.
 Hurry up with them eggs, Scraggs," he rurlbled. Me an Gib's walked down from the city an we're hungry. lawn D. Rockerfellerd give a million dollars for my appetite. Fry mine hard Scraggsy. I want sometin' solid"
 '"Get off my ship, you murderin' pi- rates.' .Scraggs screamed. .s
 "Not till we've et." the practical-