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"If Neils Halvorsen had asked you that question when he come to rescue you the day you lay a-dyin' o' thirst on that desert island, wouldn't you have said yes?" "Sure pop." "Then don't ask no questions that's unworthy of you," said Mr. Gibney severely. "I don't want to see none o' them green-pea trade ethics croppin' up in you, Scraggsy.
Neils Halvorsen sat down to think, and after several minutes of this unusual exercise it appeared to the Swede that he had stumbled upon a clue to the situation. The last entry in the log kept by Mr. Gibney was under date of June 21st just eleven days ago, and on that date Mr. Gibney had been looking forward to some fun at Tuvana-tholo. Now where was that island and what kind of a place was it?
I guess she must have meant Scraggsy or Neils, both bein' blondes an' she come out of her trance shiverin' an' shakin'. "'Your fortune lies at sea, my friend, she kept on sayin'. 'Go forth an' seek it. "'Gimme the longitude an' latitude, ma'am, I says, 'an' I'll light out. "'Look in the shippin' news in the papers to-morrower, she pipes up. 'Five dollars, please."
Already he had decided that heavy and profitable freights awaited the syndicate along the Sacramento River, where the farmers and orchardists had been for years the victims of a monopoly and a gentlemen's agreement between the two steamboat lines that plied between Sacramento, Stockton, and San Francisco. On the afternoon of the third day Mr. Gibney and Neils Halvorsen returned from sea.
An hour later, accompanied by three Kanaka sailors picked up at random along the waterfront, Neils Halvorsen was pulled out to the Maggie II. Her crew had not returned and the bogus captain was still triced hard and fast in the cabin. The Swede did not bother to investigate in detail the food and water supply.
Being, unfortunately, loaded with gravel on this particular trip, she subsided incontinently to the bottom of San Pablo Bay, while Neils and his crew of two men sought refuge on a plank.
For upwards of a century before there had subsisted a deadly feud between the Neils and Lamh Laudhers, without either party being able exactly to discover the original fact from which their enmity proceeded. This, however, in Ireland, makes little difference.
The Maggie II swung around and with a long streak of opalescent foam trailing behind her swung down the bay and faded at last in the ghostly moonlight beyond Diamond Head; after which Neils Halvorsen, with murder in his eye and a tarred rope's end in his horny fist, went down into the cabin and talked to the man who posed as Captain Scraggs. In the end he got a confession.
An' you got to have a man at her wheel." "Neils an' my mate." "If that new mate dares to leave you in command o' the Maggie, alone an' unprotected on the high seas an' you with a fresh water license, I'll " "Then Neils an' I'll do it." "You don't know how. Besides, you're afraid to go aboard that bark. You don't know what kind of a frightful disease she may have aboard.
Witness my hand and seal: Captain Scraggs signed without reading and the new mate and Neils Halvorsen appended their signatures as witnesses. Mr.
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