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"One hundred an' fifty per cent. efficient," McGuffey declared. Neils Halvorsen said nothing, but grinned like the head of an old fiddle. Mr. Gibney appeared to swell visibly, after the manner of a turkey gobbler. "Thanks, Scraggsy an' you, too, Bart.
I just did that to see if you was goin' to take as big an interest in the new Maggie as you did in the old Maggie, and the fact that you object to me expectoratin' on the deck proves to me that you're leavin' behind you all them bay scow tendencies of the green-pea trade. It leads me to believe that you'll rise to high rank and distinction in the Colombian navy. Your fin, Scraggsy.
We're goin' to knock out a shackle in the chain an' let her go to glory." "Anchors is expensive, Gib. Mebbe they'll deduct the price o' that anchor from our salvage." "By Jupiter, you're talkin', Mac. We'll just save that anchor, come to think of it." "How?" "Just let Scraggsy an' The Squarehead come aboard an' put the ship's towin' cable aboard the Maggie.
I'm afraid, Scraggsy, we've got to be honest." Saying which, Mr. Gibney hopped 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 lightened his cold gray eye, and sighing heavily, presently went on deck.
Gibney agreed. "Well, turn in, Scraggsy, but the minute we hit the dock you run up town and fix things up with Bart." And without further ado he set the alarm clock for seven o'clock, kicked off his shoes, and climbed into his berth with his clothes on.
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."
"What if it does?" snapped Captain Scraggs bitterly. "We ain't got nothin' but our hats to catch it in." "Well, then, Scraggsy, old stick-in-the-mud," replied the commodore quizzically, "it's a cinch you'll go thirsty. Your hat looks like a cullender." Captain Scraggs choked with rage, and Mr. Gibney, springing at the nearest palm, shinned to the top of it in the most approved sailor fashion.
Besides which, the merry Christmas in glassified form with which I had encouraged myself at Peg-leg's, and the wad of that beautiful sensitive plant, the long green, which was reposin' on my heart, says to me: 'Scraggsy, spring yourself jump, boy, jump!
Nature had blessed him with a strong constitution amidships and the contiguity of his tainted fortune bothered him but little. He squinted over the tip of the cigar at Captain Scraggs. "You're just the same old Scraggsy you was in the green-pea trade. All you need is a ring in yer nose, Scraggsy, to make you a human hog.
Gibney sat down and wrote: Scraggsy, old fanciful, we're square. Forget it and come to breakfast with us at seven to-morrow at the Marigold Café. I'll order deviled lam kidneys for three. It's alright with Bart also. Yours, GIB. This note, delivered to Captain Scraggs by the messenger boy, lifted the gloom from the latter's miserable soul and sent him home with a light heart to Mrs. Scraggs.
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