Part 17 (2/2)
Mr. Gibney seized the picture, gazed upon it a moment, and emitted one horrified e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n which in itself would have been sufficient to bar him forever from polite society. For what he gazed upon was not the lovely Pinky of other days, but a very fat, untidy, ugly black woman in a calico Mother Hubbard dress.
The face, while good-natured, was wrinkled with age and dissipation; indeed, worldling that he was, Mr. Gibney saw at a glance that Pinky had grown fond of her gin. From the royal lips a huge black cigar protruded.
”I guess I won't take that bo'sun job after all,” he gasped--and fled. Two minutes later, Captain Scraggs and Mr. McGuffey, were astonished to find Mr. Gibney waiting for them on deck. His face was terrible to behold; he fixed Scraggs with a searching glance and advanced upon the _Maggie's_ owner with determination in every movement.
”Why--why, Gib, we thought you was headed south by this time,”
Scraggs sputtered, for something told him great events portended.
”You dirty dawg! You little fice! You figgered on breakin' my heart an' sendin' me off on a wild-goose chase, didn't you?” Mr.
Gibney leaped and his great hand closed over Captain Scraggs's collar. ”Own up,” he bellowed. ”Where'd you git this dope about me an' Pinky? Lie to me agin an' I'll toss you overboard,” and in order to impress Captain Scraggs with the seriousness of his intentions he cuffed the latter vigorously with his open left palm.
”I was behind the potato crates this mornin' whilst you an' Mac was yarnin',” Scraggs hastened to confess. ”Ow! Wow! Leggo, Gib!
Can't you take a little joke?”
”Was Mac here in on the joke? Was you let in on it after I went?”
Mr. Gibney demanded of his Fidus Achates.
”I was not, Gib. I don't call it no joke to wring a feller's heart like Scraggsy wrung yourn.”
”In addition to makin' a three-ply jacka.s.s o' me!” Captain Scraggs cowered under the rain of ferocious slaps and attempted to fight back, but he was helpless in the huge Gibney's grasp and was forced to submit to a boxing of the ears that would have addled his brains, had he possessed any. ”Now, then,” Mr. Gibney roared, as he cast the skipper loose, ”let that be a lesson to you to let the skeletons in my closet alone hereafter. Mac, you're not to lend Scraggsy a cent to help him out on expenses, added to which me an' you quit the _Maggie_ here an' now.”
”You're a devil,” McGuffey growled at Scraggs, ”an' sweet Christian thoughts is wasted on you.”
Glowering ferociously, the worthy pair went over the rail.
CHAPTER XVI
G.o.dless and wholly irreclaimable as Mr. Gibney and Mr. McGuffey might have been and doubtless were, each possessed in bounteous measure the sweetest of human attributes, to-wit: a soft, kind heart and a forgiving spirit. Creatures of impulse both, they found it absolutely impossible to nourish a grudge against Captain Scraggs, when, upon returning to Scab Johnny's boarding house that night, their host handed them a grubby note from their enemy. It was short and sweet and sounded quite sincere; Mr.
Gibney read it aloud:
On Board the _Maggie_, Sat.u.r.day night.
DEAR FRIENDS:
I am sorry. I apologize to you, Gib, because I hurt your fealings. I also apologize to Bart for hurting the fealings of his dear friend. Speeking of hurts you and Gib hurt me awful with your kidden when you took the _Chesapeake_ away from me so I jest had to put one over on you. To er is human but to forgive is devine. After what I done I don't expect you two to come back to work ever but for G.o.d's sake don't give me the dead face when we meat agin. Remember we been s.h.i.+pmates once.
P.P. SCRAGGS.
”Why, the pore ol' son of a horse thief,” Mr. Gibney murmured, much moved at this profound abas.e.m.e.nt. ”Of course we forgive him.
It ain't manly to hold a grouch after the culprit has paid his fair price for his sins. By an' large, I got a hunch, Bart, that old Scraggsy's had his lesson for once.”
”If you can forgive him, I can, Gib.”
”Well, he's certainly cleaned himself handsome, Bart. Telephone for a messenger boy,” and Mr. Gibney sat down and wrote:
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