The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1922-03-03

curing MT. GlDneyS absence on his
filibustering trip the Colombian revolu-
tionists had risen and struck their
blow. After the fashion of hot
headed and impetuous people, they had
entered the contest absolutely I'M
trained. As result, the war had last
ed just two weeks, the leaders had
been incontinently shot, and the white
winged dove OF peace had once more
spread her pinions along the borders
Of the Gold coast.
Commodore Gibney was Disguised be-
yond measure, and at q special meet
ing Of the syndicate, called in the
cabin Of the Maggie II that same eve
ming. II was finally decided that they
ing cruise In the South seas, or until
such time as Il seemed their services
must be required to free a downtrod-
den people from q tyrant's yoke.
Captain Scraggs and McGufrey had
never been In the South seas, but they
had heard that fair margin OF profit
was to be wrung from trade In copra.
shell. coconuts, and kindred tropical
products. They so expressed them
selves. To this suggestion, however,
Commodore Gibney waved deprecat-
ing paw.
Legitimate tradin', boys" he said,
"is nice, sane, healthy business, but
the profits Is slow. What we want Is
quick profits, and while 1t amt set
down in black and white, one of the
principal objects of this syndicate Is
to lead life of wild adventure. In
tradin', there amt no adventure to
speak Of. We ought to do a little
black-birdln', or raid some of those
Jap pearl fisheries Off the northern
coast Of Formosa."
"But well be chased by real gun
boats II we do that" objected Captain
Scraggs. 'Those Jap gunbOats shoot
to kill. Can't you think Of somethin'
else, Gibr
"well," said Mr.. Gibney. "for a
starter. can. Suppose we Just head
straight for Kandavu island In the FL
jis, and scheme around for a cargo of
black coral7 It's only worth about If
ty dollars a pound. Kandavu lays
somewhere in latitude % south, longi-
tude 178 west, and when / was there
last 1t was fair reekin' with cannibal
savages. But there's tons Of black
coral there, and nobody's ever been
able to sneak In and get away with
1t. Every time a boat used to land at
Kandavu, the native niggers would
have a white-man stew down on the
beach, and It's got so that shippers
give the island a wide BERTH"
"Gib. my dear boy" chartered Cap
tain Scraggs, I'm a man Of peace
and II"
"Scraggsy, old stick-in- the-mud,"
said Mr.. Gibney, laying an affectionate
hand on the shippers shoulder, you're
nothin' Of the sort. You're fghtin'
tarantula. and nobody knows 1t bet
tern Adelbert p. Gibney. I've seen
you In action, Scraggsy. Remember
that. It's all right for you to say
you're man of peace and advise me
and McGuffey to keep out of the track
Of trouble, but we know that away
down low you're goin' around lookin'
for blood, and that once you're up agin
the enemy, you never bat an eyelash.
Eth, McGuffeyT
McGuffey nodded: whereupon. Cap
tain Scraggs, making but poor ef-
fort to conceal the pleasure which Mr..
Gibney's rude compliment afforded
him, turned to the rail, glanced sea-
ward, and started to walk away to at
tend to some trifling detail connected
with the boat falls.
"All right, Glib, my lad" he said,
affecting to resign himself to the inev-
liable, shave 1t your own way. You're
q commodore and I'm only plain
captain, bur I'll follow wherever you
lead. I'll 60 as far as the next man
and well glom that black coral II we
have to slaughter every man, woman
and child on the island. Only, when
we're sizzlin' In a pot don't you up
and say never warned you, because
1 did. How dye propose intimidatin'
the natives. Gibf
"Scraggsy," said the commodore,
solemnly, we've waged private war
agjn a friendly nation, licked 'em
and helped ourselves to their ship.
We've changed her name and rig and
her official number and letters and
we're sailin' under bogus papers. That
makes us pirates, and that old Maggie
burgee floatin' at the fore amt moth
In more nor less than the Jolly Roger.
All right Let's be pirates. Who
cares7 When we Eltr Into Mgaiao
harbor well invite the king and bis
head men aboard for dinner. Wen
get 'em drunk, clap 'em in double
Irons, and surrender 'em to their weep.
fn' subjects when they've filled the
hold Of the Maggie II with black
coral. II they refuse. to come aboard
well shell the bush with that long
gun and the Maxim rapid-fire guns
we've got besow decks That'll scare
EN- 20 they'll leave NJ alone and we
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