"
"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
Godless 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_, Saturday 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 God's sake don't give me the dead face when
we meat agin.
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