The Meridian Tribune (Meridian, Tex.), Vol. 27, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, November 25, 1921 Page: 3 of 8
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By PETER B. KYNE
cAuthor of "WEBSTER—MAN'S MAN," "THE VALLEY OF THE GIANTS," Etc
Copyright, by Peter B. Kyne
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DERELICT RICHLY LADEN.
Synopsis. — Captain Phinea.a P
Scraggs has grown up around the
docks of San Francisco, and from
mess boy on a river steamer, risen
to the ownership of the steamer
Maggie. Since each annual in-
spection promised to be the last of
the old weatherbeaten vessel,
Scraggs naturally has some diffi-
culty in securing a crew. When
the story opens, Adelbert P. Gib-
ney, likable, but erratic, a man
whom nobody but Scraggs would
hire, is the skipper, N^ils Halvor-
sen, a solemn Swede, constitutes
the forecastle hands, and Bart Mc-
Guffey. a wastrel of the Gibney
type, reigns in the engine room.
With this motley crew and his an-
cient vessel, Captain Scraggs is
engaged in freighting garden
tru-^.k from Half moon bay to San
I1 ra'vcisco. The inevitable happens;
the Maggie goes ashore in a fog.
A pa?sing vessel hailing the wreck,
1 Mr. Ovbney gets word to a towing
company in San B'rancisco that the
ship awnore ia the Yankee Prince,
with promise of a rich salvage.
Two tuijs succeed in pulling the
Maggie into deep water, and she
slips hf>f tow lines and gets away
in the ftg. Furious at the decep-
tion practiced on them. Captains
Hicks a/fld Flaherty, commanding
the two tugboats, ascertain the
identity <-•' the "Yankee Prince"
and, fea-rlig ridicule should the
facts becowe known along the wa-
ter front, determine on personal
vengeance. Their hostile vi«m to
the Magg-s results in Captain
Scraggs pf>*mising to get a naw
boiler and Siake needed repairs to
the steame-". Scraggs refuses to
fulfill his pf-*>mises and Gibney and
McGuffey "Hrike." With marvel-
ous luck, Scraggs ships a fresh
crew. At t?«e end of a few days
of wild conviviality Gibney and
McGuffey a?e stranded and seek
their old po'-itions on the Maggie.
They ar<? hcxJtilely received, but re-
main. Cn their way to San Fran-
cisco th£y si4**t a derelict.
CHA?*TE\R V—Continued.
—5—
"Spoken like a man—I do not think.
Scraggs, ftfr <>ice in my life I have
.you where; the hair is short. I'm
■willin' to dig in an' help out in a
pinch, but it's gettin' so me an' Mar
«can't trust yo»l no more. We're that
leery of you we won't take your word
for nothin', since you fooled him on
*the new boiler an' me on the paint ;
^consequently, we're off you an' this
salvage job unless you give us a clear
•ance, in writin', statin' that we are
not an' never was pirates, that we're
;good, law-abidin' citizens an' aboard
■the Maggie as your 'guests, takin' the
•trip at our own risk. When you sign
ssuch a paper, with your crew for wit-
nesses, I'll demonstrate how that bark
•can be salvaged. My imagination's
t>etter'n my reputation, Scraggsy, an'
'I ain't worldn' It for nothin'!"
"Gib, my dear boy. You're the most
sensitive man I ever sailed with.
Oan't you take a little joke?"
"Sure, I can take a little joke. It/s
the big ones that stick in my craw
:an' stifle my friendship. Gimme a
■fountain pen an' a leaf out o' the
log book an' I'll draw up the affydavit
for your signature."
Scraggs complied precipitately with
this request, whereupon Mr. Gibney
Spread his great bulk over the chart
■case and with many a twist and flip
of his tongue on the up and down
Strokes, produced this remarkable doc-
ument :
"At Sea, Off Point Montara,
"aboard S. S. Maggie,
"of San Francisco.
"June 4, 19—.
"This is to certify that A. P. Gibney,
fSsq., and Bart McGuffey, Esq., is lavv-
sibidin' sitisens of the U. S. A. and
the constitootion thereof, and in no
•way pirates or such ; and be it further
resolved that the said parties hereto
are aboard said American steamer
Maggie this date on the special invite
■of Phineas P. Scraggs, owner, as his
guests and at their own risk.
"Witness my hand and seal
Captain Scraggs signed without
reading and tlie new mate and Neils
Halv'orsen appended their signatures
as witnesses. Mr. Gibney thereupon
folded this clearance paper into the
tiniest possible compact bau, wrapped
it in a piece of tinfoil torn from a
package of tobacco, to protect it from
his saliva, tucked it in his cheek and
■with a sign for McGuffey to follow
him, started crawling over the cargo
aft. By this time the Maggie wtis
within a hundred yards of the dis-
tressed bark and was ratching slowly
backward and forward bpfore her.
"In all my born days," quoth Mr.
Gibney, speaking a trifle thickly be-
cause of the document in his mouth,
"I never got such a wallop as Scraggs
handed me an' you last night. I doft't
forget things like that in a hurry.
Now that we got a vindication o' the
charge o' piracy again us, I'm achfh'
to get shef of the Maggie an' her crev>;
«o If you'll kindly peel off all of your
Iclothes with the exception, say, of
iyour underdrawers, we'll swim off to
jthat bark an' give Phineas P. Scraggs
(an exhibition of real saiiorizin' an'
iseamanship."
"What's the big idee?" McGuffey
Idemanded cautiously.
"Why, we sail her In ourselves—
pae an' you an' glora all the salvage
owrselvwL T'ell with Scraggs an'
the Maggie an' that new mate an'
engineer. I'm off'n 'em for life."
I'op-eyed with excitement and inter-
est, B. McGuffey, Esquire, stood up.
and with a single twist shed his cap
and coat. His shirts followed. Both
he and Gibney were already minus
their shoes and soc^s. To slip out of
their faded dungarees was the work
of an instant. Strapping their belt*
around their waists to hold up the'r
drawers, the worthy pair stepped 10
the rail of tjhe Maggie.
"Hey, there? Where you goin", Gtb?
[ give you that clearance paper on
condition that you was to tell me how
to salvage that there bark."
"I'm just about to tell you. Scraggs.
You don't touch a thing aboard the
Maggie. You leave her out of it en-
tirely. You just jump overboard, like
me an' Mac will in a Jiffy, swim over
to the bark, climb aboard, and sail
her in to San Francisco hay. When
you get there you drop anchor an' ct\Il
it a day's work." grinned broad-
ly. "One o' these bright days. Scraggs,
when me an' Mac is just walleriu' in
salvage money, drop around to see us
an' we'll give you a kick in the face.
Farewell, you boobs," and he dove
overboard.
"Ta-ta," McGuffey cried in his tan-
talizing falsetto voice, and followed
his leader into the briny deep.
CHAPTER VI.
The tide was still at the flood and
the two adventurer!? made fast progress
toward the Chesapeake. Choosing a
favorable opportunity as the vessel
dipped, they grasped her martingale,
climbed up on the bowsprit, and ran
along the bowsprit to the to-gallan'-
t'o'csistle. On the deck below a dead
man lay in the scuppers, and sucli a
horrible stench pervaded the vessel
that McGuffey was taken very ill and
was forced to seek t 1m» rail.
"Scurvy or somethin'," Mr. Gibney an-
nounced, quite calmly. "There should
be chloride of lime in the mate's store-
room— I'll scatter some on these poor
devils. Too close to port now to chuck
'em overboard. Anyhow, Bart, me an'
you ain't^ doctors, nor yet coroners or
undertakers, so you'd better skip along
an' build a tire under the donkey aft.
Matches in the galley, of course."
He trotted down to the main deck
and prowled aft. On the port side of
tier house he found two more dead
men, and a cursory inspection of the
bodies told him they had died of scur-
vy. He circled the ship, came back
to the fo'castle, entered, and found
four men alive in their berths, but too
far gone to leave them. ♦Til have you
boys in the Marine hospital tonight,"
he informed the poor creatures, and
sought the master's cabin. Lying on
his bed, fully dre£sc?d, he found the
skipper of the Chesapeake. The man
was gaunt and emaciated.
The freebooter of the green-pea
trade touched his wet forelock respect-
fully. "My name is Gibney, sir, an' I
hold an unlimited license as first mate
of sail or stearo. I was passin' up
the coast on a good-for-nothin' little
bumboat, an' seen you in distress, so
me an' a friend swum over to give
you the double O. You're in a bad
way. sir."
"Two hundred and eighty-seven days
from Hamburg, Mr. Gibney. Our vege-
tables gave out and we drank too much
rain water and ate too much fresh fish
down in the Doldrums. Our potatoes
"Out of My Cabin or I'll Riddle You,"
He Barked Feebly.
all went rotten before we were out
two months. Naturally, the ship's of-
ficers stuck it out longest, but when
we drifted in here this morning, I was
the only man aboard able to stand up.
I crawled up on the to'-gallan' fo'cas-
tle and let go the starboard anchor. I'd
had ' it cock-billed for three weeks.
All I had to do was knock out the
stopper."
While Mr. Sidney questioned him
aod listened avidly to the horrible tale
of privation and despair, McGuffey
appeared to report a brisk fire under
the donkey and to promise steam in
forty minutes; also that the Maggie
was hove to a cable length distant,
with her crew digging under the deck-
load of vegetables for the small boat.
"Help yourself to a belayin' pin, Bart,
an' knock 'em on the heads if they
try to come aboard," Mr. Gibney or-
dered nonchalantly.
"Do I understand there is a steamer
at hand, Mr. Gibney?" the master of
the Chesapeake queried.
"There's an excuse for one, sir. The
little vegetable freighter Maggie. She'll
never be able to tow you in, because
she ain't got power enough, an' if
she had power enough she ain't got
coal, enough. Besides, Scraggs, her
owner, is a rotten bad article an' be-
fore he'll put a rope aboard you he'll
tie you up on a contract for a figger
that d make an angel weep. The way
your ship lies an' everything, me an'
McGuffey can sail her ia for you at
half the price."
"I can't risk my ship In the hands
of two men," the sick captain an-
swered. , "She's too valuable and so is
her Cargo. If this little steamer will
tow me in I'll gladly give her my tow-
line and let the court settle the bill."
"Not by a xiillion," Mr. Gibney pro-
tested. "Beg pardon, sir, but you don't
know this here Scraggs like I do. I
couldn't think of lettin' him set foot
on this deck."
"You couldn't think of It? Well,
when did you take command of my
ship?"
"You're flotsam an' jetsam, sir, an'
practically in the breakers. You're
sick, an', for all I know, delirious, so
for the sake o' protect!n' you, the
sick seaman in the fo'castle an' the
owners, I'm takin' command."
The master of the Chesapeake
reached under his pillow and produced
a pistol. "Out of my cabin or I'll riddle
you," he barked feebly.
Mr. Gibney departed without a word
of protest and proceeded to make his
arrangements, regardless of the mas-
ter's consent. As he and McGuffey
busied themselves, laying the leading
blocks along the deck, they glanced
toward the Maggie and observed Cap-
tain Scraggs hurling crates of vege-
tables overboard in an effort to get at
the small boat quickly. "He'll die
when the freight claims come in," Mr.
McGuffey chortled. "Poor oP Scrag-
gsy !"
When Captain Scraggs came aboard,
Mr. Gibney escorted him around to the
master's cabin, introduced him, and
stood by while they bargained. "The
tow will cost you five thousand, Cap-
tain," Scraggs began pompously.
"Me an' McGuffey,'11 sail you In for
four," Gibney declared.
"Three thousand," snarled Scraggs.
"Sailin's cheap as dirt at two thous-
and.^ As a matter of fact, Scraggsy,
me an' Mac'll sail her in for nothin'
just to skin you out o' the salvage."
"Two thousand dollars is my lowest
figure," Scraggs declared. "Take it
or leave it, Captain. Under the cir-
cumstances, bargaining is useless. Two
thousand is my last bid."
The figure Scraggs named was prob-
ably one fifth of what the master of
the Chesapeake knew a court would
award; nevertheless he shook his head.
"It's a straight towing job, Captain,
and not a salvage proposition at all.
A tug would tow me in for two hun-
dred and fifty, but I'll give you five
hundred."
Remembering the vegetables he had
jettisoned, Scraggs knew he could not
afford to accept that price. "I'm
through," he bluffed—and his bluff
worked.
"Taken, Captain Scraggs. Write out
an agreement and I'll sign it."
With the agreement in his pocket,
Scraggs, followed by Gibney, left the
cabin. "One hundred each to you an'
Mac if you'll stay aboard the Chesa-
peake, steer her, an' help the Maggie
out with what sail you ran get on
her," Scraggs promised.
"Take a long, runnin,' jump at your-
self, Scraggsy, old sorrowful. The best
me an' Mac'll do is to help you cock-
bill the anchor, an' that'll cost you
ten bucks for each of us—In advance."
The artful fellow realized that Scraggs
knew nothing whatever about a sailing
ship and would have to depend upon
The Squarehead for the information
he required.
"All right. Here's your money,"
Scraggs replied and handed Mr. Gib-
ney twenty dollars. He and Neils
Halvorsen then went forward, got out
the steel towing cable, and fastened a
light rope to the end of it. The skiff
floated off the ship at the end of the
painter, so The Squarehead hauled it
in, climbed down into the skiff, and
made the light rope last to a thwart;
then, with Captain Scraggs paying out
the hawser, Neils bent manfully to the
oars and started to tow the steel cable
back to the Maggie. Jlalf way there,
the weight of the cable dragging be-
hind slowed The Squarehead up and
eventually stopped him. Exerting all
his strength he pulled and pulled, but
the sole result of his efforts was to
wear himself out, seeing which the
Maggie's navigating officer set the lit-
tle steamer in toward the perspiring
Neils, while Captain Scraggs, Gibney,
and McGuffey cheered lustily.
Suddenly an oar snapped. Instantly
Neils unshipped the remaining oar,
sprang to the stern, and attempted, by
sculling, to keep the skiff's head up to
the waves. But the weight of the
cable whirled the little craft around,
a wave rolled in over her counter, and
half-filled her; the succeeding wave
completed the job and rolled the skiff
over and The Squarehead was forced
to swim back to the Chesapeake. He
climbed up the Jacob's ladder to face
a storm of abuse from Captain Scraggs.
The cable was hauled back aboard
with difficulty, owing to the submerged
skiff at the end of it. Captain Scraggs
gnd The Squarehead leaned over the
Chesapeake's rail and tugged furious-
ly, when the wreck came alongside, but
all of their strength was unequal to
the task of righting the little craft by
hauling up on the light rop'e attached
to her thwart.
"For ten dollars more each me an'
Mac'll tail on to that rope an' do our
best to right the skiff. After she's
righted. I'll bail her out, borrow new
oars from this here bark, an' help Neils
row back to the Maggie with the
cable." Mr. Gibney volunteered. "Cash
in advance, as per usual."
"You're a pair of highway robbers,
but I'll take you," Scraggs almost
wailed, and paid out the money;
whereupon Gibney and McGuffey
"tailed" on to the rope and with rau-
cous cries hauled away. As a result
of their efforts, the thwart came away
with the rope and the quartet sat down
with exceeding abruptness on the hard
pine deck of the Chesapeake.
"I had an idee that thwart would
pull loose," Mr. Gibney remarked.
"Well, what're you gain' to do now?"
"I ain't licked yet—not by a jugful,"
Scraggs snapped. "Halvorsen, haul
down that signal halyard from the miz-
zenmast, take one end of it in your
teeth, an' swim back to the Maggie
with it. We'll fasten a heavier line
to the cable, an' haul the cable aboard
with the Maggie's winch."
"You say that so nice, Scraggsy, old
hopeful, I'm tempted to think you can
whistle it. Neils, he's only askin' you
to risk your life overboard for nothing.
'Taip't in the shippin' articles that a
seaman's got to do that. If he wants
a swimmin' exhibition make him pay
for it—through the nose. An' if I
was you, I'd find out how much o' this
two thousand dollars towage he's goin'
to distribute to his crew, l'ers'nlly
I'd get mine in advance."
"Adelbert P. Gibney," Captain
Scraggs hissed. "There's such a thing
as drivin' a man to distraction. Hal-
vorsen, are you with me?"
"Aye bane—for saxty dollars. Hay
bane worth a month's pay for take
dat swim."
"You dirty Scowegian ingrate. Well,
you don't get no sixty dollars irom me.
Bear a hand and we'll drop the ship's
work boat overboard. I guess you can
tow a signal halyard to the Maggie,
can't you, Neils?"
Neils could—and did. Within fifteen
minutes the Maggie was fast to her
prize. "Now we'll cockbill the an-
chor," quoth Captain Scraggs, so Mc-
Guffey reporting sufficient steam in the
donkey to turn over the windlass, the
anchor was raised and cockbilled, and
the Maggie hauled away on the hawser
the instant Captain Scraggs signaled
his new navigating officer that the
hook was free of the bottom.
"The old girl don't seem to be mak-
in' headway in the right direction," Mc-
Guffey remarked plaintively, after the
Maggie had strained at the hawser for
five minutes. Mr. Gibney, standing
by with a hammer in his hand, nodded
affirmatively, while the skipper of the
Chesapeake, whom Mr. Gibney had had
the forethought to carry out on deck
to watch the operation, glanced appre-
hensively ashore. Scraggs measured
the distance with his eye to the near-
est, fringe of surf and it was plain that
he was worried.
"Captain Scnjggs," the skipper of
the Chesapeake called feebly, "Mr.
Gibney is right. That craft of yours
is unable to tow my ship against this
wind. You're losing ground, inch by
inch, and it will be only a matter of
an hour or two, if you hang on to me,
before I'll be in the breakers and a
total loss. You'll have to get sail on
her or let go the anchor until a tug
arrives."
"I don't know a thing about a sailin'
ship," Scraggs quavered.
"I know it all," Mr. Gibney cut in,
"but there ain't money enough in the
world to induce me to exercise that
knowledge to your profit." He turned
to the master of the Chesapeake. "For
one hundred dollars each, McGuffey
an' I will sail her in for you, sir."
"I'll not take the risk, Mr. Gibney.
Captain Scraggs, if you will follow my
instructions we'll get some sail on the
Chesapeake. Take those lines through
the leading blocks to the winch "
The engineer of the Maggie came up
on deck and waved his arms wildly.
"Leggo," he bawled. "I've blown out
two tubes. It'll be all I can do to get
home without that tow."
"Jump on that, Scraggsy," quoth Mc-
Guffey softly and cast his silken en-
gineer's cap on the deck at Scraggs'
feet. The latter's face was ashen as
he turned to the skipper of the Chesa-
peake. "I'm through," he gulped. "I'll
have\o cast off. Your ship's drivin'
on the beach now."
"Oh, say not so, fccraggsy," said
, Mr. Gibaes softly* and wiii* blow
or the hammer knocked aot the stop-
per on tb® windlass and tet the anchor
go down by the run. "Not this voy-
age, at least." The Chesapeake
rounded with a jerk and Mr. Gibney
took Captain Scraggs gently by the
arm. "Into the small boat, old ruin,"
he whispered, "and I'll row you an'
The Squarehead back to the Maggie.
If she drifts ashore with that load
o' garden truck, you might as well
drown yourself."
Captain Scraggs was beyond words.
He suffered himself to be taken back
to the Maggie, after which kindly
action Mr. Gibney returned to the
Chesapeake, climbed aboard, and with
the assistance of McGuffey, hauled
the work boat up on the deck.
"Now," Mr. Gibney inquired, ap-
proaching the skipper of the Chesa-
peake, "what'll you give me an* Mae,
sir, to sail you in?"
"One thousand dollars," the skipper
answered weakly.
"You refused to let us do it for a
hundred. Now it'll cost you two thous-
and, an' I'm lettin' you off cheap at
that. Of course, you can take a chance
an' wait until word o' your predica-
ment siftsi into San Francisco an' a
tug comes out for you. but in the mean-
time the wind may increase an' with
the tide at the flood how do you know
your anchor won't drag an' piie you
up on them rocks to leeward?"
"I'll pay two thousand, Mr. Gibney."
Without further ado, Mr. Gibney
went to the master's cabin, wrote out
an agreement, carried the skipper aft
and got his signature to the contract.
Then he tucked the skipper into bed
and came dashing out on deck.
"Come here till I introduce you to
the jib halyards," he bawled to Mc-
Guffey, and they went forward.
With the aid of the winch, they
braced the foreyard; then McGuffey
ran aft and took the wheel while Mr.
Was Forced to Swim Back to th®
Chesapeake.
Gibney scuttled forward, eased up the
compressor on the windlass, and per-
mitted the anchor chain to pay out
rapidly. With the hammer, he knocked
out the pin at the forty-five fathom
shackle and leaving the anchor to go
by the board, for it worried him no
longer, the bark Chesapeake moved
gently off on a west-sou'west course
that would keep her three points off
the land. She had sufficient head sail
on now to hold her up.
Mr. Gibney fell upon the main to'-
gallan'-s'l leads like a demon, carried
them through the leading block to the
winch head, turned over the winch and
sheeted home the main-to'-gallan'-s'l.
The Chesapeake gathered speed and
Mr. Gibney went aft and stood beside
Mr. McGuffey, the while he looked
aloft and thrilled to the whine of the
breeze through the rigging. "This is
saiiorizin'," he declared. "It sure
beats bumboatin'. Here, blast you,
Bart. You're spillin' the wind out o'
that jib. First thing you know we'll
have her in irons an' then the fat will
be in the fire."
He took the wheel from McGuffey.
When he was two miles off the beach
he_ brought her up into the wind and
made the wheel fast, a spoke to lee-
ward. "Sheet home the fore-to'gal-
lan;.-s'l," he howled and dashed for-
ward. "Leggo them buntlines an'
clewlines, my hearties, an' haul home
that sheet."
Luck is with our two adven-
turer*.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Fig Syrup" handy. They know a tea-
spoonful today saves a sick child to-
morrow. Ask your druggist for genu-
ine "California Fig Syrup" which has
directions for babies and children of
all ages printed on bottle. Motherl You
must say '"California" or you may get
an imitation fig syrup. Advertisement.
Most of work's wear and tear on a
man comes from his going to it all
frazzled out by his play.
Innocents at Home.
Mrs. Youngbride—Jack, dear, we'll
ftave to send that refrigerator, brck.
Every time the iceman puts ice in its
it b£&ins to leuk.—Boston TranssrioL
Upset Stomach,
Gas, Indigestion
"Pape's Diapepsin" gives
Relief in Five Minutes
"Pape's Diapepsin" is the quickest,
surest relief for Indigestion, Gases,
Flatulence. Heartburn, Sourness, Fer-
mentation or Stomach Distress caused
by acidity. A few tablets give almost
immediate stomach relief and shortly
the stomach is corrected so you can
eat favorite foods without fear. Large
case costs only few cents at drug store.
Millions helped annually.—Advertise-
ment.
There Is nothing slow about some
fellows until you want them to pay
back a loan.
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WOSLO'S ,
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Dunlap, Levi A. The Meridian Tribune (Meridian, Tex.), Vol. 27, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, November 25, 1921, newspaper, November 25, 1921; Meridian, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth415387/m1/3/: accessed April 25, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Meridian Public Library.