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I ;• ■ I. <The Qreen Pea Pirates By PETER B. KYNE oYu/Jor of ^WEBSTER—MAN’S MAN,” "THE VALLEY OF THE GIANTS,” Etc. Copyright, by Peter B. Kyne V ' ) WHEREIN MR. GIBNEY PUTS ONE OVER. Synopsis.—Captain Phineas P. Scraggs has grown up around the docks of Sap Frahclsco, arfe 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 difficulty in securing a crew. When the story opens, Adelbert P.. Gibney, likable, but erratic, a man whom nobody but Scraggs would hire, is the skipper, Neils Halvorsen, a solemn Swede, consti tutes the forcastle hands, and Bart Mc- Guffey, a wastrel of the Gibney type, reigns in the engine room. CHAPTER II—Continued. . * - —2— She did—with a crack that shook 4 the rigging and caused it to rattle like /buckshots In a pan. A twrible cry— such a cry, indeed, as might burst from the lips of a mother seeing her only child run down by the Limited- burst from poor Captain Scraggs. “My ship! My ship!”' he howled. “My darling little Maggie! They’ve killed you, they’ve killed you! The dirty lubbers!” Th? succeeding wave lifted the Mag gie ofl the beach, carried her In some fifty feet further, and deposited her .-gently on the sand. She heeled over to port a little and rested there as If she was very, very weary, nor could all the threshing of her screw in re verse haul her off again. The surf, dashing in uuder her funtail, had more power than McOuffey’s engines, and, foot by foot, the Maggie proceeded to dig herself In. Mr. Gibney listened for five minutes to the uproar that • rose from the bowels of the. little steamer Itefore he whistled up Mr, MeC.uffey.- “Kill her, kill her” he ordered. “Your wheel will bite Into the sand first thing you know, and tear the stem off her. You’re shakln’ the old girl to piece*.’’ » McGuffey killed his engine, banked his fires, and came up on deck, wiping - his anxious face with a fearfully filthy sweat rag. At the same time Scraggs and Nells Ilulvorsen came frnwllng aft over the tleckload and when they reached the dear space around the pilot house. Captain Scraggs threw his brown derby on the deck and leaped upon It until, liia rage abating ulti mately, no power on earth. In the air. or under the sea. could possibly have rehvtdlitated It and rendered It fit for further wear, even by Cnptnin SiTaggs. This petulant practice of jumping on his hat was a habit with Scraggs wbetrt*\er anything annoyed him par ticularly and always infallible avl- dcnce that a simple declarative sen tence had stuck In his throat. “Well, old whirling dervish” Mr. Gibney demanded calmly when Scraggs paused fur lack of breath to continue his dance, “what about it? We’re up Salt Creek without a paddle; the devil to pay and no pitch hot.” “McGuffey’s fired!” Captain Scraggs screeched. “Come, come, Scraggsy, old tarjKH,” Mr. (ilhuey soothed. “This ain’t no time for fightln’. Thinkin’ an’ actin' is all that saves the Maggie now.” But Captain Scraggs was beyond - reason. “McGulTey's fired! McGuf- fey*g firert^* hr reiterated 1 .—‘The-dirty Trrtten wharf rntT ' Cal! yourself an pgtneer?” he continued witheringly. engineer you’re a howling suc cess aC'shoetiinkln’, you slob. I’ll flx your clock for you, my hearty. I'll* have your tlcketToyk away from you, an’ that’s no Clmhwpan’s dream, nuther.” “It’s all my fault runnin’ fiyvdead reckonin’,” the • honest Gibney p tested. “Mac ain’t to fault. The en gine room telegraph busted an’ he got the wrong signal.” “It’s his business to see to it that he's got an engine room telegraph that won’t bust-^” “You, dog!” McOuffey roared and sprang' at the skippeiv who leaped nimbly_up the little ladder to the top of the pilot house-and Stood prepared to kick Mr. McGuffey in the face should that worthy venture up after htftK-^T can't persuade you to git me nothhvttKiLj ought to have. Tm tired workin’ with }uuk ah’ sefaps an’ cop per wire and piet’es o’ string. I’m through!’’ [ou’re right—you’re through, be- cause^yeuTe, fired !” Seraggs shrieked In Insane“rag<v “Get off my ship, you m^trltime ImpostofT'or I’ll take a pistol to your< Overboard with yoh, you greasy, addlhpated bounder! You’re rotten, understand? Itotten! Rotten! Rotteni” ■- • - • •• ' “Toll owe me eight dollars 'ftp’ six ness: “If we ever meet again, Scraggs, I’ll make Mrs. Scraggs a wid ow. Paste that in your hat—when you get a new one.” The Maggie was resting easily on the beach, with the broken water from, the long lazy combers surging well up above her water line. At most, six feet of water awaited the engineer, who stood, peering shoreward and lis tening intently, oblivious to the stray missiles which whizzed past. Present ly, from out of the fog, he heard a grinding, metallic sound and through a’ sudden rift in the fog caught a brief glimpse of blue flame with sparks radiating faintly from it. That settled matters for Bartholo mew McGuffey. The metallic sound was the protest from the wheels of a Cliff house trolley car rounding curve; the blue flame was an electric manifestation due to the Intermittent Contact of her trolley with the.wijp, wet with fog. McGuffey know the exact position of the Maggie now, so he poised a mopient on her bow; as a wave swept past him, he leaped overboard, scrambled ashore, made his way up the beach to tin* great highway which flanks the shore line between the Cliff house and Ingleside, sought a roadhouse, and warmed his Interior with four fingers of whisky neat. Then, feeling quite content with himself, even In his wet garments, he boarded a city-bound trolley car and departed for the warmth and hospital ity of Scab Johnny’s sailor boarding house In Oregon street. Captain Scraggs sat down on the half-emptied crate of vegetable* and commenced to weep bitterly—half.be- cuusc of rage and half because be re garded himself a pauper. , Already he had a vision of himself somriug the waterfront In search of a job. “No use iMNtliooin’ over spilt milk, Scraggsy.” Always philosophical, the author of the owner’s woe sought to carry the disaster off lightly. “Don’t add your salt tears to a saltier sea until you’re certain you’re a total loss an’ no Insurance. I got you Into this enough, to telephone into the city for a tyg.” ’Tuln’t scarcely probable, Scraggsy. You abused him vil% an’ threw a lot of fodder at him.” “I wish I’d been took with paralysis first,” Scraggs walled bitterly.' “You’d best jump ashore. Gib, an’ 'phone In. We’re just below the Cliff house and you can run up to one o’ them beach resorts an’ ’phone In to the Red Stack Tug Boat company.” * “ Twouldn’t be ethics for me, the registered master o* the Maggie, to desert the ship, Scraggsy, old stick-in- the-mud. What’s the matter with get- tin’ your own shanks wet?” “I dassen’t, Gib. I’ve had a touch of chills an’ fever ever since I used to run mate up the San Joaquin sloughs. Here’s a nickel to drop In the telephone slot, Gil*. There’s a good fellow.” “Scraggsy, you’re deludin’ yourself. Show me a tugboat skipper that would come out here on a night like this to pick up the ST S. Maggie, two decks an’ no bottom an’ loaded with garden truck, an’ I’ll wag my ears an’ look at the back o’ my neck. She ain’t worth it.” “Ain’t worth it! Why, man, I paid fifteen hundred hard cash dollars for her.” “Fourteen hundred. an’ ninety-nine dollars an’ ninety-nine cents too much. They seen you cornin'. However, grantin’ for the sake of argyment that she’s worth the tow, the next question them towboat skippers'll ask la: ‘Who's goin' to pay the bill?* It’ll he two htimlred an’ fifty d«41ar» at the lowest Agger, an’ If you got that much credit with the towboat company you’re some-high flnander. Ain’t that logic?” Tm afraid,” Scraggs replied sadly, “It is. Still, they’d have a lien on the Haggle—’’ “Steamer ahoy!” came a voice from the l»enrh. “Man with a megaphone,” Mr. Gib ney cried. “Ahoy! Aboy. there!” “Who are you an’ what's th« trou- and I suppose It’s up to me to get you bleT* off, so I guess I'll commence opera - tlone.” Suiting the action to the wfihl. Mr. Gibney^ grasped the whistle coni and a strange, sad. sneexing. wheezy moan resembling the expiring protest or a lusty pig and gradually Increasing klto a long-drawn hut respectable whistle rewarded his efforts. For once, he could afford to be prodlgwl with the steam, and while It lasted there could be no mistaking the fact that here was a steamer In dire dis tress. ( mplain Scraggs »«»ok -It upon him self to answer: “American steamer Mag—” Mr. fybney sprang upon him tlger- Milj, placed a horny. tobncr«*-smelllng palm across Scraggs' mouth and effec tively smothered all further sound. “American steamer Yntikee I’rince.” lie ha*Jed like a veritable Hull of Hasbun, “of Ibe»ton. Kong to Frisco, with a general cargo of sandal wood, rice an* silk. Where're we at?” “Just outside the Gate. Half a mile The weird call for help brought ®' Ibe Cliff hou» Scruggs around to a fuller realization of the enormity of the dlaaster which bad overtaken him. In his agony he forgot to curse his navigating officer for the latter's stubbornness in refusing to turn hack when the fog threatened. He diitcheil Mr. Gibney by the right arm, thereby Interrupting for an in- I “Telephone in for a tug. We’re In nice *ha|*e, restin' easy, but our rud der’s guilt* an’ the after web o’ the crunk shaft busted. Telephone In. my.man, an’ I’ll make It up to you when we get a safe anchorage Who are you?,” “Llndstrom, of the Golden Onto Life stunt the dismal outburst from the Maggie’s siren. _ he moaued. Tm a ruined man. Ifmv’re we ever to get the old ..e % “HowVe We to Get My Maggie'^Qff the Beat sweetheart off whole? Answejr me that,"CHbu Answer me, I say. How’ hits, Stroggs,” Mr. McGuffey reminded I we to get rrty Maggie off the beach?’’ his owner cblnily. “Chuck down the SPQndhlicksjtfi I’M -get off your ship.” Captain Spraggs was beyond reason, *so ae- tossed the money down to the engineer. “Now git,” he eomrafifided. Mr. Gibney shodk himself loose from that frantic grip and continued his- my dear ho.Y, -I.’ra' v proud of you pull on the 'whistle until the -Maggie, taking a false notd^quavered, mow spat steam a minute and subsided with Vjthhut further ado, Mr. MeGuffe^ 'tvhflt might be. termed a nautical soh. started^across the deckload to the fo’Castle head. Scraggs could not see '^hjni but he could^hfhr him—so ^he pelt&djhe engineer with potatoes, cab bage hcadasafid onions, the^egetahles ‘ descending nboUj the honest McGuffey in ; a d^rkahle barrage. Even in the darkness several of these missiles took * • - ■ . * f effect. I’pon reaching-the very apex of the Maggie’s bow, Mr. McGuffey fumed and hurled a promise Into the darfc- “Shw. -see what . youfve done?” he hi1u. bawled. ,f YouVve made me bust the whistle.”’ “Answer my question^ Gib.” “We:]I never get her off if you don’t quit interferin’ an’ give me time to j Saving station.” “I'll not forget you. Llndstrom. My I owners are Yankees, hut they’re j a|M»rts.” t “AH right. I’ll telephone. On my i wav !'• » i “God speed you.” murmured. Mr., ■ Gibney,' ntvl r**i•*«•<**«! hisjiold <tn Cnp- ' tala Scraggs. who Instantly threw his anus around the navigating officer's |,burly neck. “I forgive you, Adell*ert,” he crooned. “I forgive you freely. By ' the tall of the. Great Sacred Bull, you’re a marvel. She's an all night fog or I’m a Chinaman, and If It only stays thick enough—" “It’ll hold,” Gibney retorted dogged ly. “It’s a tule fog. They always lu*ld. Quit hoggin’ me. Your breath’s bad.” Captain Scraggs, hurled forcibly backward, bumped into the pilot house, but lost none of his enthusiasm. “You’re a jewel,” he declared. “Oh, man, what a head! Whatever made you think of the Yankee I’rince?” ecausp,” . Mr,^. Gibney answered calmly>tlphere ain’t no such phip, this bein’ a free republhg where princes go. Still, Jt’s a nice name, Scraggs>old tarpot—more particular ^ince I thought^jt up in a hurry. Eh, what?’’ “Halvorsen,” cried Gaptain Scril The lone deckhand emerged from a liole in the freight forward Ivhither he had retreated to escape the vegefa^ bje barrage put over by Captain Scraggs ywhen McGuffey left the ship. “Aye, aye, sir,” he boomed, x“Ail hands below to the galley!” Scraggs shouted. ,v “While we’re wait in’ for This hei*e towboat I’ll brew a e o’ gcog to celebrate the dis- covery V real sea<#arin’ talent. Gib, No matter ~wirat happen^ I'll never hav$j no other navigatin’ ofli '^^on’t crow titl you're otTt o\ the woods^^the astute Gibney wfirifted a chance, because It’s dead low water now an’ just as soon as the tide Is at -the flood shell drive further up the beach an’ fall apart.” \ “Perhaps McGuffey wUi have heart CHAPTER In the office of ihe Red^tack Tug Boat company Captain Dan Hick^, think. Ill admit there ain’t-much df muster of tbe.'tug Aphrodite^-Captatft Jack Flaherty, master of the Bodega, and Tiernan, the assistant superin tendent on night watch, sat around u hot little box stove engaged in that occupation so dear to the maritime heart, to-wlt: spinning sea yarns. The telephone rang and Tiernan an swered. Hicks and Flaherty hitched forward in their chairs to listen. ^ “Hello. v . . Yes, Red Stack office. . . . Steamer Yankee Prince. . . . What’s that? ^ . silk and rice? . . . Half a mile below the Cliff house. Eh? . . . Sure, I’ll send a tug right away, Llndstrom.” Tiernan hung up and faced the two skippers. “Gentlemen,” he announced, “here’s a chance for a little salvage money tonight. The Amerlean steam er Yankee Prince is ashore half a mile below the Cliff house. She’s a big tramp with a valuable cargo from Hong Kong, with the rudder gone and her crank shaft busted.” “It’s high water at twelve thirty- seven,’’ Jack Flaherty pleaded. “You’d better send me, Tiernan. The Bodega has more power than the Aphrodite.” This was the truth and Dan Hicks knew it, but he was not to lie beaten out of his share of the salvage by such flimsy argument. “Jack,” he pleaded, “don’t be a hog all the time The Yankee Prince 1» an eight thou sand-ton vessel and It’s a two-tug job. Better send us both, Tiernan, and play safe. Chances are our coin|>etltor8 have three tugs on the way right now.” “What a wonderful imagination you have. Dun. Eight thousand tons! You’re crazy, man. She’s thirteen hundred net register and I know It lie- cause I was hi NewporJ News when they launched her, and I went out with her skip|»er on the trial trip. She’s a long, narrow-gutted craft, with en gines aft, like a lake steamer.” “We’ll play safe.” Tiernan decided. “Go to It—both of you. and may the lies! man win. She’ll Imlong to you. Jack, If she’s thirteen hundred net and you get your line aboard first. If she’s as big as Dan says she is, you’ll be equal |*artner»—’’ But he was talking to himself. Down the docks Hicks and Flaherty were racing for the respective com mands, each shouting to his night watchman to pipe all hands on deck. Fortunately, tr goodly head of steam was up In each tug’s hollers; because of the fog and the liability to colli sions and consequent hasty summona, one engineer on isirh tug was on duty, (tut through the Gate they noweri their way, heaving the lead continu ously, made a wide detour around Mile rock and the Seal rocks, swung a mile In the south of the position of the Mi.ggle, and then came cautiously up the coast, whistling continuously to acquaint the Yankee Prince with their presence In the neighborhood. In anticipation of the necessity for replying to this welcome sound. Cap tain Scraggs and Mr. Gibney had, for the past two hours, busied themselves getting up another head of steam In the Maggie’s hollers, repairing the whistle and splicing the wires of the engine moni telegraph. Like the wise men they were, however, they declined to sound the Maggie's siren until the tugs were quite close. Even then, Mr. Gibney shuddered, but needs must when the devil drives, so he pulled tlie whistle cord and was rewarded srHh-irxeHrri • mournful. cnutL dying away Into a gasp. “Sounds like she has the pip,” Jack Flaherty remarked to his mate. “Must have taken on some of that dirty Asiatic water,’’ Dan Hicks solilo quized, “and now her tubes have gone to glory.” Immediately both tugs kicked ahead under a dead slow bell, guided by a series of toots ns brief as Mr. Gibney could make them, and presently both tug lookouts reported breakers dead ahead. Dan Hicks sent a man forward to heave the lead under the nose of the Aphrodite, which was edging In gin gerly toward the voice. He had a searchlight, but he did not attempt to use it, knowing full well that in such a fog it would be of no avail. Guided, therefore, by the bellowings of Mr. Gibney. reinforced by the shrill yips of Captain Scraggs, the tug crept in doser ajid clpser, and when it seemed that they must be within a hundred feet-of theAujff, Dan Hicks trained his Lyle ^un In tbe (lifectlon f Mr. Glbney’s voice and shot ft heav ing line into the fog. Almost simuiraAeous with the report of the gun came a shriek of pain from Captain Braggs. Straight and true the wet, heilvy knotted end cf the heaving line came Ifi oyer the Maggie’s quarter and struck hiin^In .i|ie mouth. In the darkness he stagger^k btek from the stinging blow, clutched- wfld- ly at the air, slipped and rolled over among the vegetables with .the pre- -cllous rope- Clasped to his breast. he sputtered, “I got It, Gib..” .“Safe, Q!’’ nntooor hawser, aa^Tt came up ouf^ofthe breakers, w'et but welcome. Tuss Tt around the main mast, Scraggy," Mr. Gflmey cautfbned. Tf we make^fast to the towiu’ bits, the first jerk'll pull the anchor ^boits up through the deck.” When the hawser had been made Cast tu the mainmast,. flte lungs of Mr, Gibney- made due an nouncemeat of the fact t* the egt pectant Captain .Hicks *Ai wm *t you fee) you’ve got • gAp on her,” he yelled, “Just hold h^r steady so she won’t drive further up the beach when I get my anchor up. She’ll come out like a loose tooth at the top of the flood." - , The Aphrodite forged slowly ahead, taking in the slack of the hawser. Twenty minutes later, after much backing and swearing and heaving of lines the Bodega’s hawser was also put hoard the Maggie.^. Mr. Gibney judged It would be safe now to fasten this line to the towing bits. Suddenly .Captain Scraggs remem bered there was no one on duty In the Maggie's engine t;oom. With a half i sob, he slid pown the greasy ladder, j tore open the funmee doors and com- ! menced shoveling In coal with a reck- i lessness that bordered on Insanity, j When the Indicator showed eighty , pounds of steam he came up on deck and discovered Mr. Gibney walking i solemnly round and round the little ■ capstan up forward. It was creaking and groaning dismally. Captain Scruggs thrust his engine room torch above his head to light the scene and gazed upon his navigating officer In blank amazement. “What foolishness Is this, Gib?” he demanded. “Are you dean daffy, do in’ a barn dance around that rusty capstan, makin' a noise fit to frighten the fish?" “Not much," came the laconic re ply. Tm a smart man. I’m raisin’ both anchors.” “Well, all I got to remark is that It takes a smart man to raise both an chors when we only got one anchor "iWJ L-'l && <23 Thin Blood Saps Energy—Gude's Pepto-Mangan Rebuilds the Blood. . 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Selfishness Admitted. “You are accused of mingling sel fish motives with your put riot fan.” “I plead guilty,” said Senator Sor ghum. “For the sake of my fnmlly and the prosperity of my friends and fellow citizens- I want the country In which they live to he as enlightened and prosperous as possible.” “The American Steamer Yankee Prince le Ashore Half a Mile Below tho Cliff House.” * to our blessed name. An* with that anchor safe on the f o’castle head, L for one, can't see no sense in raisin* It.” ”Y»u tarnation Jackass!” sighed t Gibney. “You forget who we are I H» you s'poee the steamer Yankee Prince can lay on the beach all night ! with both anchors out, an’ then be got ready to tow off In three shakes of a lamb's tall? It takes nolae to get up two anchors—so I’m makin* all tbe nolae I can. Got any steam?” “Eighty pounds,’’ Scraggs confessed. Having for the moment forgotten hi# identity, he was confused In the prefr ence of the superior Intelligence of his navigating officer. “Hun wff, Then, ffmgffi, an* ftt/n that cargo winch over to heat the hand until *1 tell you to stop. With the drum runnin' free she'll make noise enough for a winch three times her size, hut you might give the necessary yells to make It more lifelike." Captain Scraggs fled'to the winch, At the end of five minutes, Mr. Gibney appeared and hade him desist. Then, turning his Improvised megaphone sea ward he adddressed an imaginary mate: “Mr. Thompson, have you got your port anchor up?” Scraggs took the cue immediately, "All clear forward, air,* he piped. “Send the bosun for’d an' heave the lead. Mr. Thompson.’! *- “Very well, sir." Here The Squarehead, who haft been enjoying the unique situation Imnie..ge- ly, decided to take a hand. 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