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"I guess I'd better open the festivities," said Mr. Gibney amiably. "I ain't no kill-joy and I want Scraggsy to get some fun out of this frolic. If I fight first the old kiddo can look on in peace and enjoy the sight, and if him and the king fights first perhaps he won't be in no condition to appreciate the spectacle that me and Tabu-Tabu puts up."
We're up Salt Creek without a paddle; all hell to pay and no pitch hot." "McGuffey's fired!" Captain Scraggs screeched. "Come, come, Scraggsy, old tarpot," Mr. Gibney soothed. "This ain't no time for fightin'. Thinkin' an' actin' is all that saves the Maggie now." But Captain Scraggs was beyond reason. "McGuffey's fired! McGuffey's fired!" he reiterated. "The dirty rotten wharf rat!
Scraggsy, old tarpot, if we're goin' to turn over a new leaf an' be Christians, let's sail under a full cloud o' canvas." "By Neptune, that's so, Gib. This feller did us an awful dirty trick, but at the same time there ain't a cowardly bone in his hull carcass. I ain't forgot how he stood to the guns that day off the Coronados when we was attacked by the Mexicans."
I weighed a hundred an' ninety-seven pounds in the buff an' my chest bulged like a goose-wing tops'l. In them days, I was an evil man to monkey with. I could have taken two like Scraggsy an' chewed 'em up, spittin' out their bones an' belt buckles. I sure was a wonder." "You must ha' been with them red whiskers on your face," McGuffey agreed.
As he passed up the companion-way, the first mate heard him murmur: "Gib's a fine lad. I'll be dad burned if he ain't." At six o'clock next morning the Maggie was rounding Point Loma, heading in for San Diego Bay, and Captain Scraggs went below and awakened Mr. Gibney. "What's for breakfast, Scraggsy, old kid?" asked Mr. Gibney. "Fried eggs," said Captain Scraggs, remembering Mr.
"But the minute we hit the dock you an' me parts company." "I don't know whether we will or not, Scraggsy. I ain't heeled right financially to hit the beach on such short notice." "That ain't no skin off'n my nose, Gib." "Well, you can fire all you want, but you won't fire me. I won't go." "I'll get the police to remove you, you blistered pirate," Scraggs screamed, now quite beside himself. "Yes?
"Scraggsy, for a thousand! And the old Maggie of all boats! Scraggsy, old tarpot, your fin! Duke me, you doggoned old salamander!" "Gib, my dear boy!" shrieked Captain Scraggs and cast himself into Mr. Gibney's arms in a transport of joy. Mr.
Mr. Gibney attempted to hoot, but made a poor job of it. "Why, wherever do you get this wild tale, Scraggsy, old spell-binder? You're sure jingled or you wouldn't talk so vagrant." "You can't git away with it like that, Gib. I trailed you. Gib, for two mortal years I follered you, after you dropped us at Suva, an' I was just a thirstin' for your blood.
"Thanks to a lack o' imagination in you an' Scraggsy I'm about two hundred an' fifty dollars ahead o' my estimate now, on account o' the free tow o' that barge. Me an' Neils certainly makes a nice little split on account o' this here codfish deal." "Gib," chattered Scraggs, "what's the matter with reorganizin' the syndicate?" "Be a good feller, Adelbert," pleaded McGuffey. Mr.
Get off my ship, you lout, or I'll murder you." Mr. Gibney hung his head. "Scraggsy an' you, too, McGuffey I got to admit that this here is one on Adelbert P. Gibney. "Oh, hear him," shrilled Captain Scraggs. "One on him! It's two on you, you bloody-handed ragpicker. I suppose that other case contains opium, too! If there ain't another dead corpse in No. 2 case I hope my teeth may drop overboard."
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