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ay = ~ ae Bx = . = a | ae . «a ’ — O 2 4 - ¥ a 3 — = Deck’s lips curled back pugnaciously and _ his jaw set. “We want good grub when there’s good ; grub to be got, an’ if you don’t see that we get it, we will. Don’t try to pull any of that stuff on us; do you think we don’t know what happens to the grub we ought to get, you square-headed thief?” “You shpeak to me like dot?”’ raged the Swede. “Get out uff here—qvick, before I tr-r-ow you out!” Taking a. RIED toward Deck he drew back his fist. The bosun ia hold on Deck’s arms, but the engineer shook himself loose, and stepping up to the skipper, grasped him by the shoulder. “Vou , lousy, little Squarehead, you throw me out? Say! Of all the skippers I ever shipped under you’re the rottenest, lowest, stingiest, God-forsakenest, that ever missed sinkin’ ’is ship. We'll get out 0’ here when we —— please, an’ ‘you kin go now.’ He gave the captain a shove toward the = fs _ galley door. For a moment the little Swede stood clenching his fists, white and trem- bling with fury “Vee shall see, vee shall see. then rushed from the galley. _ Silently Deck and the Bos’ gazed after him. Two inquisitive Chinese cooks peered in through the other door, spellbound by what they had just witnessed. Deck, spy- ing them, raised his arm threateningly and _ they vanished. After several seconds a grin slowly dawned over his face. ““Nice, ain’t it?’’ he remarked. *O, foine, foine,” replied the bosun. “The little Squarehead, I wonder will he really try to arrest ye now. If he does Ill wish ye’d hit ’im when ye had the chanst; ‘but we might as well finish up the chicken, eh? Thot’s the stuff!’’ They were not kept wondering long, for the captain went ashore and returned at five o’clock with the American consul and three Chinese policemen. When the two culprits saw them coming up the ship’s ladder the bosun shook Deck’s hand tender- ly, bidding him farewell and good-luck,-for they had planned in this case that it would be better if the Bos’ withdrew. In his ex- citement the captain. might forget that there had been any one mixed up in the affair besides Deck. IT vill haf you arrest’! Shust vait-—vait!’’ he choked, - Adventure i ‘ The engineer met the delegation stoically.. He made no protest and was duly arrested on the charge-of disobeying and threatening with violence his superior officer. With a solemn Chinaman on each’ side and one bringing up the rear Deck was moving toward the rail when the captain stopped him. . ‘*Fere iss de bosun?”’ he demanded. too iss to be arrest’.”’ As the bosun had retreated to a bunk in the foc’s’le it was some time before he “He appeared. When he arrived he was a per- fect picture of injured innocence. What had he done? It turned out that he had aided and abetted the deck engineer and refused to come to the assistance of his captain when his captain was very much in need of him. Both his own arguments and those of Deck were in vain; finally he turned to the consul: “Oi’ll go with ye if Oi must, thin, but first let me tell ye one thing; if thot little Square- head wur as big a man as he is a money- grabbin’ coward. he’d stand twinty-foive feet tall. Moreover, he’s.made inimies of two men with longer memories and less scruples than ever sailed the sea.” Then, turning his back on the skipper, he and the deck, engineer went over the side and down the ladder closely escorted by the three Chinese policemen and the consul. “WELL, I’ve been in better jails,” remarked Deck bitterly as he peered about at the narrow, dirty, stone and mud walls that enclosed the two mutineers. _ “And Oi’ve been in worse, a —— of a lot worse,”’ replied the Bos’, stretching his long body on the heap of straw and dirt in one corner of the dim cell. Then he continued: “But ye know, Deck, what railly makes me sore is havin’ to walk all the way here. It’s no wonder these 3 5 | ET SEE _Chinks are so bad off whin they ain’t got enough | civilization to have a hurry-up wagon.” “Tf they don’t use no hurry-up wagon they don’t lose no time, —— ’em.”’ Deck was decidedly irritated. ‘A fine mess we’re in now. You heard what he said? Ten days. Ten days in this dirty, dark, stinking, lousy hole; an’ all on account of that Squarehead. I ‘hope every —— winch on his rusty tub goes on the blink, an’ he can’t get no one to fix em. Ten days! If we don’t make that skipper pray to God COME JOOKS Ml : - . 4 2S = rae | Eon