Part 4 (2/2)
Twenty minutes later, after much backing and swearing and heaving of lines the _Bodega's_ hawser was finally put board the _Maggie_. Mr. Gibney judged it would be safe now to fasten this line to the towing bitts.
Suddenly, Captain Scraggs remembered there was no one on duty in the _Maggie's_ engine room. With a half sob, he slid down the greasy ladder, tore open the furnace doors and commenced shovelling in coal with a recklessness that bordered on insanity.
When the indicator showed eighty pounds of steam he came up on deck and discovered Mr. Gibney walking solemnly round and round the little capstan up forward. It was creaking and groaning dismally. Captain Scraggs 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 clean daffy, doin' a barn dance around that rusty capstan, makin' a noise fit to frighten the fish?”
”Not much,” came the laconic reply. ”I'm a smart man. I'm raisin'
both anchors.”
”Well, all I got to remark is that it takes a smart man to raise both anchors when we only got one anchor to our blessed name. An'
with that anchor safe on the fo'castle head, I, for one, can't see no sense in raisin' it.”
”You tarnation jacka.s.s!” sighed Gibney. ”You forget who we are.
Do you s'pose 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 tail? It takes noise to get up two anchors--so I'm makin' all the noise I can. Got any steam?”
”Eighty pounds,” Scraggs confessed. Having for the moment forgotten his ident.i.ty, he was confused in the presence of the superior intelligence of his navigating officer.
”Run aft, then, Scraggs, an' turn that cargo winch over to beat the band until I tell you to stop. With the drum runnin' free she'll make noise enough for a winch three times her size, but 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 bade him desist. Then, turning, his improvised megaphone seaward he addressed an imaginary mate: ”Mr.
Thompson, have you got your port anchor up?”
Scraggs took the cue immediately. ”All clear forward, sir,” he piped.
”Send the bosun for'd an' heave the lead, Mr. Thompson.”
”Very well, sir.”
Here The Squarehead, who had been enjoying the unique situation immensely, decided to take a hand. Presently, in sing-song cadence he was reporting the depth of water alongside.
”That'll do, bosun,” Gibney thundered. Then, in his natural voice to Scraggs: ”All set, Scraggsy. Guess we're ready to be pulled off. Get down in the engine room and stand by for full speed ahead when I give the word.”
”Quick! Hurry!” Scraggs entreated as he disappeared through the little engine-room hatch, for the tide was now at the tip of the flood and the _Maggie_ was b.u.mping wickedly and driving further up the beach. Mr. Gibney turned his stovepipe seaward and shouted: ”Tugboats, ahoy!”
”Ahoy!” they answered in unison.
”All read-y-y-y! Let 'er go-o-o-o!”
The Squarehead stationed himself at the bitts with a lantern and Mr. Gibney hastened to the pilot house and took his place at the wheel. When the hawsers commence to lift out of the sea, The Squarehead gave a warning shout, whereupon Mr. Gibney called the engine room. ”Give her the gun,” he commanded Scraggs. ”Pull against them tugs for all you're worth. Remember this is the steamer _Yankee Prince_. We must not come off too readily.”
Captain Scraggs opened the throttle, and while the two tugs steadily drew her off into deep water, the _Maggie_ fought valiantly to stick to the beach and even to continue her interrupted journey overland. She merely succeeded in stretching both hawsers taut; slowly she was drawn seaward, stern first, and at the expiration of fifteen minutes' steady pulling, Mr. Gibney could restrain himself no longer. He rang for full speed astern--and got it promptly. Then, calling Neils Halvorsen to aid him, he abandoned the wheel and scrambled aft.
With no one at the wheel the _Maggie_ shot off at a tangent and the hawsers slacked immediately. In the twinkling of an eye Mr.
Gibney had cast them off, and as the ends disappeared with a swish over the stern he ran back to the pilot house, rang for full speed ahead, put his helm hard over, and headed the _Maggie_ in the general direction of China, although as a matter of fact he cared not what direction he pursued, provided he got away from the beach and placed distance between the _Maggie_ and two soon-to-be-furious tugboat skippers.
CHAPTER VII
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