Part 7 (2/2)
”I don't want no compromise. What I want is a new boiler.”
”You'll git it. We'll make him order the paint an' the boiler an'
pay for both in advance before we'll agree to go back to work.”
The engineer nodded his approval and after sealing their pact with a hearty handshake, they turned to and commenced discharging the _Maggie_. When Captain Scraggs returned to the little steamer shortly after five o'clock, to his great amazement, he discovered Mr. Gibney and McGuffey dressed in their other suits--including celluloid collars and cuffs.
”The cargo's out, Scraggsy, my son, the decks has been washed down an' everything in my department is s.h.i.+pshape.” Thus Mr.
Gibney.
”Likewise in mine,” McGuffey added.
”Consequently,” Mr. Gibney concluded, ”we're quittin' the _Maggie_ an' if it's all the same to you we'll have our time.”
”My _dear_ Gib. Why, whatever's come over you two boys?”
”Stow your chatter, Scraggs. Sh.e.l.l out the cash. The only explanation we'll make is that a burned child dreads the fire.
You've fooled us once in the matter o' that new boiler an' the paintin', an' we're not goin' to give you a second chance. Come through--or take the consequences. We'll sail no more with a liar an' a fraud.”
”Them's hard words, Mr. Gibney.”
”The truth is allers bitter,” McGuffey opined.
Captain Scraggs paused to consider the serious predicament which confronted him. It was Sat.u.r.day night. He knew Mr. McGuffey to be the possessor of more money than usual and if he could a.s.sure himself that this reserve should be dissipated before Monday morning he was aware, from experience, that the strike would be broken by Tuesday at the latest. And he could afford that delay.
He resolved, therefore, on diplomacy.
”Well, I'm sorry,” he answered with every appearance of contrition. ”You fellers got me in the nine-hole an' I can't help myself. At the same time, I appreciate fully your p'int of view, while realizin' that I can't convince you o' mine. So we won't have no hard feelin's at partin', boys, an' to show you I'm a sport I'll treat to a French dinner an' a motion picture show afterward. Further, I shall regard a refusal of said invite as a pers'nal affront.”
”By golly, you're gittin' sporty in your old age,” the engineer declared. ”I'll go you, Scraggs. How about you, Gib?”
”I accept with thanks, Scraggsy, old tarpot. Personally, I maintain that seamen should leave their troubles aboard s.h.i.+p.”
”That's the sperrit I appreciate, boys. Come to the cabin an'
I'll pay you off. Then wait a coupler minutes till I s.h.i.+ft into my glad rags an' away we'll go, like Paddy Ford's goat--on our own hook.”
”Old Scraggsy's as cunnin' as a pet fox, ain't he?” the new navigating officer whispered, as Scraggs departed for his stateroom to change into his other suit. ”He's goin' to blow himself on us to-night, thinkin' to soften our hard resolution.
We'll fool him. Take all he gives us, but stand pat, Bart.”
Bart nodded. His was one of those st.u.r.dy natures that could always be depended upon to play the game, win, lose, or draw.
As a preliminary move, Captain Scraggs declared in favour of a couple of c.o.c.ktails to whet their appet.i.tes for the French dinner, and accordingly the trio repaired to an adjacent saloon and tucked three each under their belts--all at Captain Scraggs's expense. When he proposed a fourth, Mr. Gibney's perfect sportsmans.h.i.+p caused him to protest, and reluctantly Captain Scraggs permitted Gibney to buy. Scraggs decided to have a cigar, however, instead of another Martini. The ethics of the situation then indicated that McGuffey should ”set 'em up,” which he did over Captain Scraggs's protest--and again the wary Scraggs called for a cigar, alleging as an excuse for his weakness that for years three c.o.c.ktails before dinner had been his absolute limit.
A fourth c.o.c.ktail on an empty stomach, he declared, would kill the evening for him.
The fourth c.o.c.ktail having been disposed of, the barkeeper, sensing further profit did he but play his part judiciously, insisted that his customers have a drink on the house. Captain Scraggs immediately protested that their party was degenerating into an endurance contest--and called for another cigar. He now had three cigars, so he gave one each to his victims and forcibly dragged them away from the bar and up to a Pine Street French restaurant, the proprietor of which was an Italian. Captain Scraggs was for walking the six blocks to this restaurant, but Mr. McGuffey had acquired, on six c.o.c.ktails, what is colloquially described as ”a start,” and insisted upon chartering a taxicab.
But why descend to sordid and vulgar details? Suffice that when the artful Scraggs, pretending to be overcome by his potations and very ill into the bargain, begged to be delivered back aboard the _Maggie_, Messrs. McGuffey and Gibney loaded him into a taxicab and sent him there, while they continued their search for excitement. Where and how they found it requires no elucidation here; it is sufficient to state that it was expensive, for when men of the Gibney and McGuffey type have once gotten a fair start naught but financial dissolution can stop them.
On Monday morning, Messrs. Gibney and McGuffey awoke in Scab Johnny's boarding house. Mr. Gibney awoke first, by reason of the fact that his stomach hammered at the door of his soul and bade him be up and doing. While his head ached slightly from the fiery usquebaugh of the Bowhead saloon, he craved a return to a solid diet, so for several minutes he lay supine, conjuring in his agile brain ways and means of supplying this need in the absence of ready cash. ”I'll have to hock my s.e.xtant,” was the conclusion at which he presently arrived. Then he commenced to heave and surge until presently he found himself clear of the blankets and seated in his underclothes on the side of the bed. Here, he indulged in a series of scratchings and yawnings, after which he disposed at a gulp of most of the water designed for his matutinal ablutions. Ten minutes later he took his s.e.xtant under his arm and departed for a p.a.w.nshop in lower Market Street. From the p.a.w.nshop he returned to Scab Johnny's with eight dollars in his pocket, routed out the contrite McGuffey, and carried the latter off to ham and eggs.
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