The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1922-02-23

chunk Of glory for ham and eggs,
Phineas Scraggs7 Not on your life. If
II hadn't been for you buttin' In with
your blasted, rotten hulk OF a fresh
water skin, I'd"
Mr.. Gibney paused omlnously and
savHgely bit the end OF his cigar. As
for Captain Scraggs, every drop OF
blood In his body was boiling IN de-
fenAe OF the ship he loved.
"You're a pirate" he shrilled.
| "And you're Just as big a hcrnet ms
you ever was" replied Mr.. Gibney.
always buzzin' around where you
amt wanted. But still, what's the use
OF bawlln' over split milk7 Wen drop
into San Diego for couple of hours
and take on coal, and about sunset
well 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 schooner all
my own, Scraggsy. and-well, what's
the use7 What's the use? Scraggsy,
you're natural-born mar-plot. Al
ways buttln' In. buttln' In, fit for moth
in but the green-pea trade. However,
guess I can turn into my old berth
and get some sleep. Put the old girl
under n slow bell and save your coal.
Wen have to fool away four or FIVE
hours In San Diego anyhow and there
amt no sense in crowdin the old hulk"
Glib" said Captain Scraggs, 'was
that really your lay--to steal the
cargo, double-cross the insurrecto
junta, and sell out TO furrln' coun-
try?
"Of course II was" said Mr.. Glib
ney pettlshly. "They all do such
things in the banana republics. Why
should be an exceptlonf There's half
n dozen different gangs flghtin' each
other and the government In Mexico,
and II don't deliver these arms, Just
see all the lives I'll be savin'. And after
got the cargo into Colombia and
sold II, I 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 imagina-
tion. Glib. I'll swear to that. Glib, /
take of my hat to you. You're all
tight and shipshape and no loose ends
bobbin' around you. Don't tell me tn
schemes got Z fall through. Glib. Great
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 II all, Glib. been lonesome ever
since | seen you last"
"well," replied Mr.. Gibney, 'Tll turn
In and try TO scheme way out. but
don't hold out no hope. Not ray OF
II. I'm afraid, Scraggsy. we've got to
be honest"
Saying which, Mr. Glbney 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 llghtened his cold gray eye,
and sighlng heavily, presently went on
deck. As he passed up the companion
way. the first mate heard him murmur:
"Gib's a fine lad. III be dad burned
II 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.. Glbney.
"what's for breakfast, Scraggsy, old
kid7" asked Mr. Glbney.
"Frled eggs" said Captain Scraggs,
remembering Mr.. Glbney's partiality
for that form OF nutriment In the van
ished days OF the green-pea trade.
"Ham an fried eggs an sizzlln' pot
o. coffee. Thought way out o. our
mess. Gib?"
"Not yet" replied Mr.. Glhney es he
rolled out of bed, "but eggs is always
stimulatln', and ! don't give up hope
on full stomach"
An hour later they were tied up un-
der the coal bunkers, and at Mr.. Glib
ney's suggestion some twenty tons OF
sacked coal were piled on top OF the
focastle head and on the main deck
ford. In case OF emergency. They lay
In the harbor all day until about four
o'clock, when Mr.. Gibney, by virtue OF
his authority as supercargo. ordered
the lines cast or and the Maggie
steamed out OF the harbor. on Point
Iona they veered to the south. leav-
ing the Coronado Islands on the star
board quarter, ten miles 10 the west.
Mr.. Gibney was below with Captain
Scraggs, battling with the problem
that confronted them, when the mate
stuck his head down the companion
way TO report large power schooner
coming out from the lee OF the Coro-
nados and standing or on course cal
culated TO intercept the Maggie In an
hour or two.
Captain Scraggs and Mr.. GIbney