You're sick, an', for all I know, delirious, so for the sake o'
protectin' you, the sick seaman in the fo'castle an' the owners,
I'm takin' command."
The master of the _Chesapeake_ reached under his pillow and
produced a pistol. "Out of my cabin or I'll riddle you," he
barked feebly.
Mr. Gibney departed without a word of protest and proceeded to
make his arrangements, regardless of the master's consent. As he
and McGuffey busied themselves, laying the leading blocks along
the deck, they glanced toward the _Maggie_ and observed Captain
Scraggs hurling crates of vegetables overboard in an effort to
get at the small boat quickly. "He'll die when the freight claims
come in," Mr. McGuffey chortled. "Poor ol' Scraggsy!"
"How're we goin' to git that durned anchor up, Gib?"
"We ain't goin' to get it up. We're goin' to knock out a shackle
in the chain an' let her go to glory."
"Anchors is expensive, Gib. Mebbe they'll deduct the price o'
that anchor from our salvage."
"By Jupiter, you're talkin', Mac. We'll just save that anchor,
come to think of it."
"How?"
"Just let Scraggsy an' The Squarehead come aboard an' put the
ship's towin' cable aboard the _Maggie_.
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