CAPPY RICKS RETIRES Books by Peter B. Kyne CAPPY RICKS RETIRES THE THREE GODFATHERS THE GO-GETTER THE PRIDE OF PALOMAR KINDRED OF THE DUST CAPPY RICKS CAPTAIN SCRAGGS THE LONG CHANCE THE VALLEY OF THE GIANTS WEBSTER, MAN S MAN But, in time, Cappy would find her a rich husband. Cappy Ricks Retires But that doesn t keep him from coming back stronger than ever By Peter B. Kyne AUTHOR OF "THE PRIDE OF PALOMAR/ "KINDRED OF THE DUST," ETC. ILLUSTRATED BY T. D. SKIDMOBE NEW YORK MCMXXII Kit CAJp Copyright, 1922, by PETER B. KYNE All rights reserved, including that of translation into foreign languages, including the Scandinavian. Printed in the United States of America THE ILLUSTRATIONS But, in time, Cappy would find her a rich hus band Frontispiece FACING PAGE (Excerpt from the log of Capt. Matt Peasley:) "I am alone on the ship all the rest are now dead " 182 He always shouted when telephoning 286 "Two million dollars!" cried J. Augustus Redell . 350 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES CAPPY RICKS RETIRES CHAPTER I IF you have read previous tales of the Blue Star Navigation Company and the various brisk indi viduals connected therewith, you will recall one Michael J. Murphy, who first came to the attention of Cappy Ricks at the time he, the said Murphy, was chief kicker of the barkentine Retriever under Captain Matt Peasley. Subsequently, when Matt Peasley presented in his person indubitable evidence of the wisdom of the old saw that you cannot keep a good man down, Michael J. became skipper of the Retriever. This berth he continued to occupy with pleasure and profit to all concerned, until a small financial tidal wave, which began with Matt Peasley s purchase, at a ridiculously low figure, of the Oriental Steamship Company s huge freighter, Narcissus, swept the cunning Matthew into the presidency of the Blue Star Navigation Company ; whereupon Matt designed to take Murphy out of the Retriever and have him try his hand in steam as master of the Narcissus. The same financial tidal wave had swept Cappy Ricks out of the presidency of the Blue Star Naviga tion Company presumably far up the beach to a place in. the sun, where he was to bask for the remainder of his old age as president emeritus of all his com- 3 4 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES panies. However, if there was one thing about Gappy you could depend upon absolutely it was the con sistency of his inconsistency. For, having announced his retirement, his very next move was to bewail his inability to retire. He insisted upon clinging to the business like a barnacle to a ship, and was always very much in evidence whenever any deal of the slight est importance was about to be consummated. Indeed, he was never so thoroughly in command as when, his first burst of enthusiasm anent the acquisition of the Narcissus at fifty per cent, of her value having passed, he discovered that his son-in-law planned to order Mike Murphy oif the quarter-deck of the Retriever onto the bridge of the Narcissus, while an unknown an swering to the name of Terence Reardon had been selected for her chief engineer. Cappy listened to Matt Peasley s announcement; then with a propitiatory "Ahem! Hum! Harump- h-h-h!" he hitched himself forward in his chair and gazed at Matt over the rims of his spectacles. "Tell me, Matt," he demanded presently, "who is this man Reardon? I do not recall such an engineer in our employ and I thought I knew them all." "He is not in our employ, sir. He has been chief engineer of the Arab for the past eight years, and prior to that he was chief of the Narcissus. It was Reardon who told me what ailed her. She s a hog on coal, and the Oriental steamship people used to nag him about the fuel bills. Their port engineer didn t agree with Reardon as to what was wrong with her, so he left. He assures me that if her condensers are retubed she ll burn from seven to ten tons of coal less per day." CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 5 "Hum! So you re going to give him the job for telling you something our own port engineer would have told us after an examination." "No, sir, I m going to give him the job because he has earned it. He gave me some very valuable in formation about the wretched condition of her electric- light plant and a crack, cunningly concealed, in the after web of her crank shaft " "Oh, by thunder," piped Gappy, "that s worth know ing! Ship a new crank shaft, Matt, and save the Blue Star a salvage bill sooner or later." "All that inside information will not only save us money in the future," Matt continued, "but it enabled me to drive a closer bargain when dealing with Mac- Candless, of the Oriental Steamship Company. Con sequently Terence Reardon gets the job. He s only making a hundred and fifty dollars a month in the Arab, and as he is a rattling good man I ve looked him up, sir I ve promised him a hundred and seventy- five a month in the Narcissus." "Oh, you ve already promised him the job, eh? Mistake, Matt, serious mistake. You say you looked him up, but I ll bet you a new hat there is one thing about him that you failed to investigate, and that is: What kind of Irish is he?" "Why, regular Irish, of course mighty good Irish, I should say. Keen, observing, not too talkative, a hard worker, temperate in his habits and a crackajack engineer to boot." Cappy settled back wearily in his chair and favored his youthful partner with a glance of tolerant amuse ment. / 6 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Matt," he announced, "those are the qualifications we look for in an engineer, and it s been my experience that the Irish and the Scotch make the best marine engineers in the world. But when you ve been in the shipping game as long as I have, young man, you ll know better than to pick two Irishmen as departmental chiefs in the same ship ! I did it once. There was a red-headed scoundrel named Dennis O Leary who went from A.B. to master in the Florence Ricks. That fellow was a bulldog. He made up his mind he was going to be master of the Florence and I couldn t stop him. Good man damned good! And there was a black Irishman, John Rooney, in the Amelia Ricks. Had ambitions just like O Leary. He went from oiler to first assistant in the Amelia. Fine man damned fine! So fine, in fact, that when the chief of the Florence died I shifted Rooney to her immediately. And what was the result? Why, riot, of course. Matt, the Irish will fight anybody and anything, but they ll fight quicker, with less excuse and greater de light, among themselves, than any other nationality! The Florence Ricks carried a million feet of lumber, but she wasn t big enough for Rooney and O Leary, so I fired them both, not being desjrous of playing favor ites. Naturally, each blamed the other for the loss of his job, and without a word having been spoken they went out on the dock and fought the bloodiest draw I have ever seen on the San Francisco waterfront. After they had been patched up at the Harbor Hos pital, both came and cussed me and told me I was an ingrate, so I hired them both back again, put them in different ships, slipped each of them a good, cheerful Russian Finn, and saved funeral expenses. That s GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 7? what I got, Matt, for not asking those two what kind of Irish they were. Now, then, sonny, once more. What kind of Irish is Terence Reardon?" "Why, I don t know, I tell you. He s just Irish." Cappy lifted his eyes to the ceiling as if praying for the great gift of patience. "Listen to the boy," he demanded of an imaginary bystander. "He doesn t know ! Well, stick your head down over his engine-room grating some day, sing The Boyne Wather and find out! Now, then, do you happen to know what kind of Irish Mike Murphy is? You ought to. You were shipmates with him in the Retriever long enough." "Oh, Mike s from Galway. He goes to mass on Sunday when he can." "Hum ! If he s from Galway, where did he leave his brogue? He runs to the broad a like an Englishman." "That s easily explained. Mike left his brogue in Galway. He came to this country when he was six years old and was raised in Boston. That s where he picked up his broad a." "That doesn t help a bit, Matt. He s Irish just the same, and what a Yankee like you don t know about the Irish would fill a book. You know, Matt, there are a few rare white men that can handle Chinamen suc cessfully ; now and then you ll run across one that can handle niggers ; but I have never yet met anybody who could figure the mental angles of the Irish except an Irishman. There s something in an Irishman that drives him into the bandwagon. He s got to be the boss, and if he can t be the boss he ll sit round and criticize. But if I want a man to handle Chinamen, or niggers, or Japs, or Bulgarians I ll advertise for an 8 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES Irishman and take the first one that shows up. A young man like you, Matt, shouldn t monkey with these people. They re a wonderful race and very much misunderstood, and if you don t start em right on the job you ll always be in trouble. Now, Matt, I ve al ways done the hiring and firing for the Blue Star Navigation Company, and as a result I ve had blamed little of it to do, considering the size of our fleet; consequently I ll just give these two Harps the Double-O. Have Murphy and Reardon at the office at nine o clock to-morrow morning and I ll read them the riot act before turning them to." CHAPTER H Gappy Ricks was at his office at eight-fifty the following morning. At eight-fifty-two Mr. Terence Reardon, plainly uncomfortable in a ready-made blue-serge Sunday suit purchased on the Embarcadero for twenty-five dollars, came into the office. He was wearing a celluloid collar, and a quite noticeable rattle as he shook hands with Gappy Ricks betrayed the fact that he also was wearing celluloid cuffs; for, not withstanding the fact that he bathed twice a day, Mr. Reardon s Hibernian hide contained much of perspira tion, coal dust, metal grit and lubricating oil, and such substances can always be washed off celluloid collars and cuffs. To his credit be it known that Terence Reardon knew his haberdashery was not au fait, for his wife never failed to remind him of it ; but unfortunately he was the possessor of a pair of grimy hands that nothing on earth could ever make clean, and even when he washed them in benzine they always left black thumb prints on a linen collar during the process of adjustment. He had long since surrendered to his fate. At eight-fifty-four Mike Murphy arrived. Murphy was edging up into the forties, but still he was young enough at heart to take a keen interest in his personal appearance, and a tailor who belonged to Michael s council of the Knights of Columbus had decked him P 10 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES out in a suit of English tweeds of the latest cut and in most excellent taste. "Good morning, captain," Gappy Ricks greeted him. "Ahead of time as usual. Meet Mr. Terence Reardon, late chief of the Arab. He is to be a shipmate of yours chief of the Narcissus, you know. "Mr. Reardon, shake hands with Captain Mike Murphy. Captain Murphy has been in our employ a number of years as master of sail. The Narcissus will be his first command in steam." "Terence Reardon, eh?" echoed Mike Murphy pleas antly. "That sounds like a good name. Glad to meet you, chief. What part of the old country are you from? The West?" The wish was father to the thought, since Mike was from the West himself. "I m from the Nort from Belfast," Mr. Reardon replied in a deep Kerry brogue, and extended a grimy paw upon the finger of which Mil^e Murphy observed a gold ring that proclaimed Mr. Terence Reardon an Irishman, presumably a Catholic one who had risen to the third degree in Freemasonry. Cappy Ricks saw that ring also, and started visibly. A Knight Templar himself, Terence Reardon was the last person on earth in whom he expected to find a brother Mason. He glanced at Mike Murphy and saw that the skipper was looking, not at Mr. Reardon, but at the Masonic emblem. "Sit down, chief," Cappy hastened to interrupt. "Have a chair, captain. Mr. Reardon, my son-in-law, Captain Peasley here, tells me you were chief of the Narcissus when she was on the China run for the Oriental Steamship Company." CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 11 Mr. Reardon sat down heavily, set his derby hat on the floor beside him and replied briefly : "I was." Captain Murphy excused himself and drew Matt Peasley out of the room. "God knows," he whispered hoarsely, "religion should never enter into the working of a ship, and I suppose I ll have to get along with that fellow ; but did you mark the Masonic ring on the paw of the Far-Down? And on the right hand, too! The jackass don t know enough to wear it on his left hand." "Why, what s wrong about being a Mason?" Matt protested. "Cappy s a Mason and so am I." "Nothing wrong about it with you and Gappy Ricks. That s your privilege. You re Protestants." "Well, maybe the chief s a Protestant, too," Matt suggested, but Mike Murphy silenced him with a sar donic smile. "With that name?" he queried, and laughed the brief, mirthless laugh of the man who knows. "And he says he s from Belfast! Man, I could cut that Kerry brogue with a belaying pin." "Why, Mike," Matt interrupted, "I never before suspected you were intolerant of a shipmate s private convictions. I must say this attitude of yours is dis turbing." "Why, I m not a bigot," Murphy protested virtu ously. "Who told you that?" "Why, you re a Catholic, and you resent Reardon because he s a Protestant." "Not a bit of it. You re a Protestant, and don t I love you like a brother?" Matt thought he saw the light. "Oh, I see," he replied. "It s because Reardon is an Irish Protestant." 12 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Almost but not quite. God knows I hate the Orangemen for what they did to me and mine, but at least they ve been Protestant since the time of Henry VIII. But the lad inside there has no business to be a Protestant. The Lord intended him for a Catholic and he knows it. He s a renegade. I don t blame you for being a Protestant, Matt. It s none of my busi ness." Matt Peasley had plumbed the mystery at last. He had been reading a good deal in the daily papers about Home Rule for Ireland, the Irish Nationalists, the Ulster Volunteers, the Unionists, and so on, and in a vague way he had always understood that religious differences were at the bottom of it all. He realized now that it was something deeper than that a relic of injustice and oppression; a hostility that had come to Mike Murphy as a heritage from his forbears something he had imbibed at his mother s breast and was, for purposes of battle, a more vital issue than the interminable argument about the only safe road to heaven. "I see," Matt murmured. "Reardon, being Irish, has violated the national code of the Irish " "You ve said it, Matt. They re Tories at heart, every mother s son of them." "What do you mean Tories ?" "That they re for England, of course." "Well, I don t blame them. So am I. Aren t you, Mike?" "May God forgive you," Mike Murphy answered piously. "I am not. I m for their enemies. I m for anything that s against England. Ireland is not a colony. She s a nation. Man, man, you don t under- GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 13 stand. Only an Irishman can, and he gets it at his mother s or his grandmother s knee the word-of- mouth history of his people, the history that isn t in the books ! Do you think I can forget ? Do you think I want to forget?" "No," Matt Peasley replied quietly; "I think you ll have to forget in so far as Terence Reardon is con cerned. This is the land of the free and the home of the brave, and even when you re outside the three-mile limit I want you to remember, Mike, that the good ship Narcissus is under the American flag. The Narcissus needs all her space for cargo, Mike. There is no room aboard her for a feud. Don t ever poke your nose into Terence Reardon s engine-room except on his invitation or for the purpose of locating a leak. Treat him with courtesy and do not discuss politics or religion when you meet him at table, which will be about the only opportunity you two will have to discuss anything; and if Reardon wants to talk religion or politics you change your feeding time and avoid meeting him. I ve taken you out of the old Retriever, Mike, where you ve been earning a hundred and twenty-five dollars a month, to put you in the Narcissus at two hundred and fifty. That is conclusive evidence that I m for you. But Terence Reardon is a crackajack chief engi neer, and I want you to remember that the Blue Star Navigation Company needs him in its business quite as much as it needs Michael J. Murphy, and if you two get scrapping I m not going to take the trouble to investigate and place the blame. I ll just call you both up on the carpet and make you draw straws to see who quits." 14 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Fair enough," replied the honest Murphy. "If I can t be good I ll be as good as I can." At that very instant Gappy Ricks was just discov ering what kind of Irish Mr. Terence Reardon was. The most innocent remark brought him the informa tion he sought. "Captain Murphy, whom you have just met, is to be master of the Narcissus, chief," he explained. "He s a splendid fellow personally and a most capable navi gator, and like you he s Irish. I m sure you ll get along famously together." Oappy tried to smile away his apprehension, for a still small voice whispered to him and questioned the right of Terence Reardon to call him brother. Mr. Reardon s sole reply to this optimistic prophecy was a noncommittal grunt, accompanied by a slight outthrust and uplift of the chin, a pursing of the lips and the ghost of a sardonic little smile. Only an Irishman can get the right tempo to that grunt and the tempo is everything. In the case of Terence Rear don it said distinctly: "I hope you re right, sir, but privately I have my doubts." However, not satisfied with pantomime, Mr. Reardon went a trifle farther for reasons best known to himself. He laved the corner of his mouth with the tip of a tobacco-stained tongue and said presently: "I can t say, Misther Ricks, that I quite like the cut av that fella s jib." That was the Irish of it. A representative of any other race on earth would have employed the third person singular when referring to the absent Murphy ; only an Irishman would have said "that fella," and only a certain kind of Irishman could have managed to inject into such simple words such a note of scorn CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 15 supernal. Gappy Ricks got the message just like that. "Then stay off his bridge, Reardon," he warned the chief. "Your job is in the engine-room, so even if you and Captain Murphy do not like each other, there will be no excuse for friction. The only communication you need have with him is through the engine-room telegraph." "Then, sor," Terence Reardon replied respectfully, "I ll take it kindly av you to tell him to keep out av me engine-room. I ll have no skipper buttin in on me, tellin me how to run me engines an askin me why in this an that I don t go aisy on the coal. Faith, I ve had thim do it the wanst an* the wanst only. Be- gorra, I d have brained thim wit* a monkey wrench if they tried it a second time." "On the other hand," Cappy remarked, "Fve had to fire more than one chief engineer who couldn t cure himself of a habit of coming up on the bridge when the vessel got to port to tell the skipper how to berth his ship against a strong flood tide. I suppose that while we have steamships the skippers will always won der how the vessel can possibly make steerage way. considering the chief engineers, while the chiefs will never cease marvelling that such fine ships should be entrusted to a lot of Johnny Know-No things. How ever, Reardon, I might as well tell you that the Blue Star Navigation Company plays no favorites. When the chief and the skipper begin to interfere with the dividends, they look overside some bright day and see Alden P. Ricks waiting for them on the cap of the wharf. And when the ship is alongside, the said Ricks comes aboard with five bones in his pocket, and the 16 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES said skipper and the said chief are invited into the dining saloon to roll the said bones one flop and high man out. Yes, sir. Out ! Out of the ship and out of the Blue Star employ for ever." "I hear you, sor. I hearrd you the first time, * Terence Reardon replied complacently and reached for his pipe. "All I ask from you is a square deal. I ll have it from the captain wit out the askin ." Thus the Reardon breathing his defiance. "I m glad we understand each other, chief. Just avoid arguments, political or religious, and treat the skipper with courtesy. Then you ll get along all right. Now with reference to your salary. The union scale is one hundred and fifty dollars a month " "Beggin yer pardon for the intherruption, sor, but the young man promised me a hundhred an siventy- five." "That was before the Blue Star Navigation Com pany took over the young man and his ship Narcissus. Hereafter you ll deal with the old man in such matters. I m going to give you two hundred a month, Reardon, and you are to keep the Narcissus out of the shop. Hear me, chief out of the shop." "No man can ordher me to do me djooty," said Terence Reardon simply. "Tell the fine gintleman on the bridge to keep her out av the kelp, an faith, she ll shtay out av the shop. Thank you kindly, sor. When do I go to wurrk?" "Your pay started this morning. The Narcissus goes on Christy s ways in Oakland Harbor at the tip of the flood this afternoon. Get on the ship and stay on her. It s a day-and-night rush job to get her in com mission, and you ll be paid time and a half while she s CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 17 repairing. Good-day and good luck to you, chief. Come in and see me whenever you get to port." And Cappy Ricks, most democratic of men, extended his hand to his newest employee. Terence Reardon took it in his huge paw that would never be clean any more, and held it for a moment, the while he looked fearlessly into Cappy s eyes. " Tis a proud man I am to wurrk for you, sor," he said simply. "Tip-top serrvice for tip-top pay, an* by the Great Gun av Athlone, you ll get it from me, sor. If ever the ship is lost twill be no fault of mine." Mr. Reardon s manner, as he thus calmly exculpated himself from the penalty for future disaster, indicated quite clearly that Cappy Ricks, in such a contingency, might look to the man higher up on the bridge, for instance. When Terence Reardon had departed Cappy Ricks called Mike Murphy into the room. "Now, captain," he began, "there are a few things I want to tell you. This man Reardon is a fine, loyal fellow, but he s touchy " "I know all about him," Murphy interrupted with a slight emphasis on the pronoun. Unlike Mr. Rear don he employed the third person singular and did not say "that fella," for he had been raised in the United States of America. "I have already given the captain his instructions," Matt Peasley announced. "He understands the situa tion perfectly and will conduct himself accordingly." CHAPTER III A small army of men swarmed over, under and through the huge Narcissus for the next three weeks, and the hearts of Gappy Ricks and Matt Peasley were like to burst with pride as they stood on the bridge with Captain Mike Murphy, while he ran the vessel over the measured course to test her speed, and swung her in the bay while adjusting her compass. She was as beautiful as money and paint could make her, and when Terence Reardon, in calm disregard of orders, came up on the bridge to announce his un bounded faith in the rejuvenated condensers and to pre dict a modest coal bill for the future, Mike Murphy so far forgot himself as to order the steward to bring up a bottle of something and begged Mr. Reardon to join him in three fingers of nepenthe to celebrate the occasion. "T ank you, sor, but I never dhrink on djooty," Mr. Reardon retorted with chill politeness, "nor," he added, "wit* me immejiate superiors." A superficial analysis of this remark will convince the most sceptical that Mr. Reardon, with true Hi bernian adroitness, had managed to convey an insult without seeming to convey it. "Isn t that a pity!" the skipper replied. "We ll excuse you to attend to your duty, Mr. Reardon;" and he bowed the chief toward the companion leading 18 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 19 to the boat deck. The latter departed, furious, with an uncomfortable feeling of having been out-generaled ; and once a good Irishman and true has undergone that humiliation it is a safe bet that the Dove of Peace has lost her tail feathers. "That s an unmannerly chief engineer," Mike Murphy announced blandly, "but for all that he s not without his good points. He ll not waste money in his department." "A virtue which I trust you will imitate in yours, captain," Gappy Ricks snapped dryly. "Is Reardon working short-handed?" "Only while we re loading, when he ll need just enough men to keep steam up in the winches. When we go to sea, however, he ll have a full crew, but the fun of it is they ll be non-union men with the exception of the engineers and officers. The engineers will all belong to the Marine Engineers Association and the mates to Harbor 15, Masters and Pilots Associa tion." "He ll do nothing of the sort," Matt Peasley de clared quietly. "We have union crews in all our other steamers, and the unions will declare a strike on us if we put non-union men in the Narcissus" "Of course if they find out. But they ll not. Be sides, we re going to the Atlantic Coast, so why should we bring a high-priced crew into a low-priced market, Mr. Ricks ? Leave it to me, sir. I ll load the ship with longshoremen entirely, and we ll sail with the crew of that German liner that came a few days ago to intern in Richardson s Bay until the European war is over." "I m not partial to the German cause," Matt Peasley 20 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES announced. "So I ll just veto that plan right now, Mike." "Matt, we re neutral," Gappy declared. "And it pays to ship those Germans, Matt," Murphy continued. "I confess I m for the Germans, although not to such an extent that I d go round offering them jobs just because they are Germans. But the minute I heard about that interned boat I said to myself: Now, here s a chance to save the Narcissus some money. The crew of that liner will all be discharged now that she is interned. However, the local unions will not admit them to membership and they cannot work on any Pacific Coast boat unless they hold union cards. Consequently they must seek other occupa tions, and as the chances are these fellows do not speak English, they re up against it. Also, they are for eigners who have paid no head tax when coming into the country, because they are seamen. They have the right to land and stay ashore three months, if they state that it is their intention to ship out again within that period ; but if they do not so ship, then the immi gration authorities may deport them as paupers or for failure to pay the head tax; and in that event they will all be returned to the vessel that brought them here, and the owners of the vessel will be forced to intern them and care for them. Under the circum stances, therefore, I concluded they would jump at a job in an American vessel, for the reason that under the American flag they would be reasonably safe; and even if the Narcissus should be searched by a British cruiser, she would not dare take these Germans off her. Remember, we had a war with England once for board ing our ships and removing seamen !" CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 21 "By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet," said Cappy Ricks, "there s something in that, Matt." "There s a splendid saving in the pay roll, let me tell you," the proud Murphy continued. "I took the matter up at once with the German skipper and he fixed it for me, and mighty glad he was to get his countrymen off his hands. We get all that liner s coal passers, oilers, firemen, six deckhands and four quar termasters at the scale of wages prevailing in Ham burg. I know what it is in marks, but I haven t figured it out in dollars and cents, although whatever it is it s a scandal ! It almost cuts our pay roll in half." "Do you speak German, captain?" Cappy queried excitedly. "I do not, sir more s the pity. But the four quar termasters speak fair English, and I have engaged two good German-American mates who speak German. Reardon has shipped German-American engineers and some of his coal passers and firemen speak fair English. I ve got two Native Son Chinamen in the galley and a Cockney steward. We ll get along." "And a rattling fine idea, too," Cappy Ricks de clared warmly. "Mike, my boy, you re a wonder. That s the spirit. Always keep down the overhead, Matt. That s what eats up the dividends." "Well, I wouldn t agree to it if the Narcissus wasn t going to be engaged in neutral trade, or if she was carrying munitions of war to the Allies," Matt de clared. "I d be afraid some of Mike s Germans might blow up the ship." "Believe me," quoth Michael J. Murphy, "if she was engaged in freighting munitions to England, it d be 2% CAPPY RICKS RETIRES a smart German that would get a chance to blow her up. I think I d scuttle her myself first." "Well, Mike, if your courage failed you," Gappy Ricks replied laughingly, "I think we could safely leave the job to Terence Reardon." CHAPTER IV On that first voyage the Narcissus carried general cargo to northern ports on, the West Coast. Then she dropped down to a nitrate port and loaded nitrate for New York, and about the time she passed through the Panama Canal the Blue Star Navigation Company wired its New York agent to provide some neutral business for her next voyage. Freights were soaring by this time, due to the scarcity of the foreign bottoms which formerly had carried Uncle Sam s goods to market, and Cappy Ricks and Matt Peasley knew the rates would increase from day to day, and that in consequence their New York agents would experience not the slightest difficulty in placing her hence they delayed as long as they could placing her on the mar ket. On the other hand, the New York agents, realizing that higher freight rates meant a correspondingly higher commission for them on the charter, held off until the Narcissus had almost finished discharging at Hoboken before they closed with a fine old New York importing and exporting house for a cargo of soft coal from Norfolk, Virginia, to Manila, or Batavia. The charterers were undecided which of these two cities would be the port of discharge, and stipulated that the vessel was to call at Pernambuco, Brazil, for orders. The New York agents marvelled at this for to them 23 24 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES very obvious reasons ; but inasmuch as the charterers had offered a whopping freight rate and declined to do business on any other basis, and since further the agent concluded it was no part of his office to question the motives of a house that never before had been subjected to suspicion, he concluded to protect himself by leaving the decision to the owners of the Narcissus. Accordingly he wired them as follows : "Blue Star Navigation Company, "258 California St., San Francisco, Cal. "Have offer Narcissus, coal Norfolk Batavia or Manila, charterers undecided, Pernambuco for orders, ten dollars per ton. Shall we close? Answer. "SEABORN & COMPANY." Gappy Ricks was having his afternoon siesta when this telegram arrived. Mr. Skinner, the general man ager of the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company, which occupied the same suite of offices as the Blue Star Navigation Company and was so intertwined with the latter company as to be an integral part of it, received the telegram and read it to Cappy, who unfortunately was not so wide awake at the moment as usual. Fur thermore, Mr. Skinner had just emerged from a terrible battle with a customer who had tried to crawl out of an order for a cargo of redwood lumber just because the market had slumped fifty cents ; in consequence of which the estimable Skinner s mind was on other tilings as he read the telegram to Cappy. "Is it all right, Mr. Ricks? Shall I wire them to close ?" he- queried, wondering all the while if he hadn t made a mistake in insisting upon delivery of that cargo after all. Certainly it did call for a fearful lot of No. t CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 25 .2 boards, 1" x 8" and up, and too great a percentage of 4" x 6"-20 No. 1 clear. And there were mighty :few clear twenty-foot logs coming into the boom these days. "Well, will a cat eat liver?" declared Gappy Ricks. "I should say we do accept. Why, man, she ll make forty thousand dollars on the voyage, and whether she goes to Batavia or Manila, we re certain to get a cargo back." "All right, I ll wire acceptance," Skinner replied, and paused long enough to make a notation on the message: "O.K. Ricks." Mr. Skinner meant nothing in particular by that. He was a model of efficiency, and that was his little way of placing the responsibility for the decision in the event that the wisdom of said decision should, at some future time, be questioned. Mr. Skinner never took unnecessary chances. He always played a safe game. It is necessary to state here also that Matt Peasley was not in the office when that telegram arrived from Seaborn & Company. If he had been this story would never have been written. He was down at Hunter s Point drydock, superintending the repairs to the steam schooner Amelia Ricks, which recently on a voyage to Seattle had essayed the overland route via Duxbury Reef. When Matt reached home that night he found his ingenious father-in-law fairly purring with contentment. "Well, Matt, old horse," Cappy piped, "I ve char tered the Narcissus. Norfolk to Batavia or Manila with coal. Got a glorious price ten dollars a ton. That s what we get for holding off until the last min ute." 26 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "That s encouraging," Matt answered pleasantly, and asked no further questions. He was obsessed with the engines of the Amelia Ricks. It was going to cost a lot of money to put them in condition again, and he remarked as much to Gappy. Thus it happened that they entered into a discussion of other matters, and the good ship Narcissus, having finished discharg ing her cargo of nitrate, dropped down to Norfolk, where Captain Michael J. Murphy proceeded to let a stream of coal into her at a rate that promised to load her fully in less than four days. It is worthy of remark, at this juncture, that Mike Murphy and Terence Reardon had, by this time, cast aside all appearance of even shirt-sleeve diplomacy. Diplomatic relations had, in fact, been completely severed. Crossing the Gulf Stream, Murphy had called the engine-room on the speaking-tube and politely queried if Mr. Reardon didn t think he could get a few more revolutions out of her. To this Mr. Reardon had replied passionately that if such a thing were possible he would have done it long ago without wait ing to be told. He desired to inform Captain Murphy that he knew his business ; whereupon Murphy had re plied that he never would have guessed Mr. Reardon was that intelligent, judging by the face of him. In disgust Mr. Reardon had replied: "Aw, go to " and then tried to close the speaking-tube before the captain would have the opportunity to retort. How ever, Michael J. knew his own mind, and, like all the Irish, was a marvel at repartee. Quick as was Terence Reardon, therefore, Michael J. Murphy was quicker. Perhaps all of his message had not been delivered be- CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 27 fore Reardon closed the tube, but the chief got enough of it for all practical purposes. He caught one word "Renegade"; a word so ter rible that it left the chief engineer speechless with fury, and before he could call the skipper a baboon, the golden opportunity was gone. He closed the tube with a sigh. CHAPTER V While the Narcissus was loading, the Fates were keeping in reserve for Cappy Ricks, Matt Peasley and Mr. Skinner a blow that was to stun them when it fell. About the time the Narcissus, fully loaded, was snoring out to sea past Old Point Comfort, Matt Peasley came across Seaborn & Company s telegram in the unan swered-correspondence tray on his desk. Five times he read it; and then, in the language of the poet, hell began to pop! Cappy Ricks came out of a gentle doze to find his big son-in-law waving the telegram under his nose. "Why didn t you tell me?" Matt Peasley bawled, for all the world as if Cappy was a very stupid mate and all the canvas had just been blown out of the bolt- ropes. "Why didn t you ask me, you big stiff?" shrilled Cappy. He didn t know what was coming, but instinct told him it was awful, so he resolved instantly to meet it with a brave front. "Don t you yell at me, young feller. Now then, what do you want to find out?" "Why didn t you tell me the Narcissus was to drop in at Pernambuco for orders?" roared Matt wrath- fully. Cappy pursed his lips and calmly rang for Mr. Skinner. He eyed the general manager over the rims of his spectacles for fully thirty seconds. Then: "Skinner, what the devil s wrong with you of late? 28 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 29 It s getting so I can t trust you to do anything any more. Tut, tut! Not a peep out of you, sir. Now then, answer me : Why didn t you tell me, Skinner, that the Narcissus was to call in at Pernambuco for or ders?" "I read you the telegram, sir," Mr. Skinner replied coldly, and pointed to the notation : "O.K. Ricks," the badge of his infernal efficiency. "I read that telegram to you, sir," he repeated, "and asked you if I should close. You said to close. I closed. That s all I know about it. You and Matt are in charge of the shipping and I decline to be dragged into any disputes originat ing in your department. All I have to say is that if you two can t run the shipping end and run it right, just turn it over to me and I ll run it right !" Completely vindicated, Mr. Skinner struck a dis tinctly defiant attitude and awaited the next move on the part of Cappy. The latter, thoroughly crushed for he knew the devilish Skinner never made any mis takes looked up at his son-in-law. "Well," he demanded, "what s your grouch against Pernambuco?" "Forgive me for bawling you out that way," Matt replied, "but I guess you d bawl, too, if somebody who should have known better had placed a fine ship in jeopardy for you. It just breaks me all up to think you may have lost my steamer Narcissus the first steamer I ever owned too and to be lost on her sec ond voyage under the Blue Star flag " "Our Narcissus, if you please," Cappy shrilled. "You gibbering jackdaw! Out with it! Where do you get that stuff lose your steamer on her second voyage! Why, she s snug in Norfolk this minute." 30 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "If she only is," Matt almost wailed, "she ll never be permitted to clear with that German crew aboard. Pernambuco for orders ! Suffering sailor ! And you, of all men, to put over a charter like that ! Pernam buco ! Pernambuco ! Pernambuco for orders ! Do you get it?" "No, I don t. It s over my head and into the bleachers." "I must say, my dear Matt," Mr. Skinner struck in blandty, "that I also fail to apprehend." "Didn t you two ever go to school?" Matt raved. "Didn t you ever study geography? Why under the canopy should we waste our time and burn up our good coal steaming to Pernambuco, Brazil, South America, for orders? Let me put it to you two in words of one syllable: The Narcissus is chartered to carry a cargo of coal from Norfolk, Virginia, to Batavia or Manila. At the time of charter and sail ing the charterers are undecided which port she is to discharge at, so they ask us to step over to Pernam buco and find out. Now, whether the vessel discharges at Batavia or Manila, her course in the Atlantic Ocean while en route to either port is identical! She passes round the Cape of Good Hope, which is at the extreme south end of Africa. If her course, on the contrary, was round Cape Horn or through the Straits of Magellan there might be some sense in sending her over to the east coast of South America for orders. But whether she is ordered to Manila or Batavia, the fact remains that she must put in to Durban, South Africa, for fuel to continue her voyage; so why in the name of the Flying Dutchman couldn t the char- CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 31 terers cable the orders to Mike Murphy at Durban? The Narcissus is worth a thousand dollars a day, so you waste a few thousand dollars worth of her time, at the very least, sending her to Pernambuco when a ten- dollar cablegram to Durban would have done the busi ness! I suppose all you two brilliant shipping men could see was a ten-dollar-a-ton freight rate. Eh? You landlubbers ! A-a-g-r-r-h ! I was never so angry since the day I was born." While Matt ranted on, Mr. Skinner s classic features had been slowly taking on the general color tones of a ripe old Edam cheese, while at the conclusion of Matt s oration Gappy Ricks eyes were sticking out like twin semaphores. He clasped his hands. "By the Twelve Ragged Apostles !" he murmured in an awed voice. "There s a nigger in the woodpile." "I very greatly fear," Mr. Skinner chattered, "that you are mistaken, Mr. Ricks. Something tells me it s a German!" "Well, well, well !" Matt Peasley sneered. "Skinner, take the head of the class. Really, I believe I begin to pick up signs of human intelligence in this sea of maritime ignorance." "Oh, Matt, quit your jawing and break the news to me quickly," Cappy pleaded. "Haven t you been reading the papers, sir? Aus tralian and Japanese warships have been hunting for the German Pacific fleet for the past few weeks, and the Germans have been on the dodge. Therefore, they ve been burning coal. They are only allowed to remain in a neutral port twenty-four hours, and can only take on sufficient coal and stores to enable them to reach the nearest German port. Consequently, 32 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES since they have been afraid to enter a neutral port, for fear of giving away their position, it follows that they ve had to stay at sea and naturally they have run short of coal. A few steamers have cleared from San Francisco with coal, ostensibly for discharge at Chilean or Mexican ports, but in reality for delivery to the German fleet at sea, but even with these few deliveries, there is a coal famine. And now that the Pacific is getting too hot for it, the general impression is that the German fleet will try to get through the Straits of Magellan, for, once in the Atlantic, coal will be easier to get. More ships, you know ; more ship owners willing to take a chance for wartime profits and they say Brazil is rather friendly to the German cause. We will assume, therefore, that the German secret agents in this country realize it is inevitable that Von Spee s fleet must be forced into the Atlantic ; hence, in anticipation of that extremity, they are ar ranging for the delivery of coal to those harassed cruisers. The agent in Pernambuco is probably in constant communication with the fleet by wireless ; the fleet will probably come ranging up the coast of South America, destroying British commerce, or some of the ships may cross over to the Indian Ocean and join the Emden, raiding in those waters. So the German secret agents charter our huge Narcissus, load her with ten thousand tons of coal " Matt Peasley paused and bent a beetling glance, first at Cappy Ricks and then at Skinner. "Was she to carry soft coal or anthracite?" he demanded. "I don t know," Mr. Skinner quavered. "Search me !" Cappy Ricks piped up sourly. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 33 "I thought so. For the sake of argument we ll as sume it s soft coal, because anthracite has not as yet become popular as steamship fuel. Well, we will as sume our vessel gets to Pernambuco. If, in the mean time, the German admiral wirelesses his Pernambuco agent, Send a jag of coal into the Indian Ocean/ to the Indian Ocean goes the Narcissus, and presently she finds a German warship or two or three ranging along in her course. They pick her up, help themselves to her coal, give Mike Murphy a certificate of confisca tion for her cargo, to be handed to the owners, who in this case will be good, loyal sons of the Fatherland and offer no objection " "I see," Cappy Ricks interrupted. "And if, on the other hand, the German admiral says, Send a jag of coal to meet us in a certain latitude and longitude off the River Plate, and Mike Murphy objects, that Ger man crew on our Narcissus will just naturally lock Mike Murphy up in his cabin and take the vessel away from him ! When they re through with her they ll give her back " "I m not so certain they ll have to lock him up in his cabin in order to get the ship," Mr. Skinner struck in, a note of alarm in his voice. "Mike Murphy is so pro-German " "Ow! Wow! That hurts," Cappy wailed. "So he is ! I never thought of that. And now that you speak of it, I recall it was his idea, getting that crew of Germans aboard ! He said it would cut down expenses. Holy mackerel, Matt ; do you think it was a f rameup ?" "Certainly I do, but Mike Murphy wasn t in on it. You can bank on that. No piratical foreigner will ever climb up on Mike Murphy s deck except over Mike 34 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES Murphy s dead body. According to the president emeritus there is more than one kind of Irish, but I ll guarantee Mike Murphy isn t the double-crossing kind." A boy entered with a telegram. It was a day letter filed by Mike Murphy in Norfolk that morning, and Matt Peasley read it aloud: "Sailing at noon. Regret your failure take me into your confidence when deciding withdraw vessel from neutral trade. If orders send me to either of ports named in charter party and I am overhauled en route, that is your funeral. If orders conflict with charter party, as I suspect they may, that may be my funeral. Regretfully I shall resign at Pernambuco. You know your own business, and I cannot believe you would go it blind; if you change your mind before arrival Pernambuco, cable care American Con sul and will do my best for you. "M. J. M." Cappy Ricks sprang into the air and tried to crack his aged ankles together. "Saved!" he croaked. "By the Holy Pink-toed Prophet! Saved! Bully for Mike Murphy! Say, when that fellow gets back, if I don t do something handsome for him " Matt Peasley s scowls had been replaced by smiles. "God bless his old Mickedonian heart!" he said fervently. "He thinks the coal is for that British fleet reported to be en route across the Atlantic to give battle to the German Pacific fleet; or for Admiral Craddock s Pacific fleet in case the Germans chase it back into the Atlantic. He knows that we know he is pro-German and for anything that s against England and if he makes up his mind the coal is for the CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 35 British fleet he ll resign before delivering it ! By Judas, this would be funny if it wasn t so blamed serious." v "To be forewarned is to be forearmed," Mr. Skinner quoted sagely. "It is most fortunate for us that Murphy s suspicions do us a grave injustice. We know now that he will call on the American consul at Pernambuco and ask for a cablegram." "Yes, and by thunder ! we ll send it," Cappy declared joyously. "Cable him, Skinner, to fire that German crew so fast one might play checkers on their coat tails as they go overside." "I wish to heaven I could wireless him to put back to New York and ship a new crew," Matt Peasley mourned. "There s just a possibility that German crew of his may take over the ship on the high seas and not put into Pernambuco at all!" "We can only wait and pray," said Mr. Skinner piously. Cappy Ricks slid out to the edge of his chair and, pop-eyed with horror, gazed at his son-in-law over the rims of his spectacles. "Matt," he declared, "you re as cheerful as a funeral. Here we have this thing all settled, and you have to go to work and rip the silver lining out of our cloud of contentment. And the worst of it is, by golly, I think there s something in that theory of yours after all." "We should always be prepared to meet the worst, Mr. Ricks," Mr. Skinner admonished the president emeritus. "While piracy as a practice practically perished prior to the " "Skinner ! In the fiend s name, spare us this allitera tion and humbug," Cappy fairly shrieked. "You re 36 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES driving me crazy. If it isn t platitude, it s your dog gone habit of initialing things !" He placed his old elbows on his knees and bowed his head in his hands. "If I m not the original Mr. Tight Wad !" he lamented. "But you must forgive me, Matt. I got in the habit of thinking of expense when I was young, and I ve never gotten over it. You know how a habit gets a grip on a man, don t you, Matt? Oh, if you had only overruled me when I decided to save money by cutting out the wireless on the Narcissus! I remember now you wanted it, and I said: Well, what s the use? The Narcissus hasn t any passenger license and she doesn t have to have wireless so why do something we don t have to do? Skinner, you should have known enough " "I am managing the lumber end of the business, Mr. Ricks," Skinner retorted icily. "Never mind what you re managing. You re my balance wheel. I ve raised you for that very purpose. I ve been twenty-five years breaking you in to your job of relieving me of my business worries and you don t do it. No, you don t, Skinner. Don t deny it, now. You don t. I pay you to boss me, but do you do it? No, sir. You let me have my own way when I m round you re afraid to say your soul s your own. You two boys know blamed well I m an old man and that an old man will make mistakes. It is your duty to watch me. I pay the money, but I don t get the service. When Matt argued with me about the wireless you sided in with me, Skinner. You ve got that infernal saving habit, too drat you ! Don t deny it, Skinner. I can see by the look in your eye you re fixing to con tradict me. You re as miserable a miser as I am GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 37 afraid to spend five cents and play safe you penuri ous er er fellow ! Skinner, if you ever forget your self long enough to give three hoots in hell you ll want one of them back. See now what your niggardly policy has done for us? At a time when we d hock our im mortal souls for a wireless to talk to Mike Murphy and tell him things, where are we?" Gappy snapped his fingers. "Up Salt Creek without a paddle!" "Come, come," Matt said soothingly. "As Skinner says, we can only wait and pray " "All right. You two do the praying. I m going to sit here and cuss." "Well, we ll hope for the best, Mr. Ricks. No more crying over spilled milk now. I ll figure out when the Narcissus is due at Pernambuco and cable Mike to let his crew go. And you know, sir, even if he should not receive our cablegram, we have still one hope left. True, it is a forlorn one, but it s worth a small bet. The crew of the Narcissus is not all German. There are ?> "Two pro-German Irishmen, two disinterested Na tive Son Chinamen and a little runt of a Cockney steward," Gappy sneered. "And she carries a crew of forty, all told. Matt, those odds are too long for any bet of mine. Besides, Reardon and Murphy hate each other. A house divided against itself, you know " "They might bang each other all over the main deck," Matt replied musingly, "but I ll bet they ll fight side by side for the ship. Of course we haven t known Terence Reardon very long ; he may be a bad one after all ; but Mike Murphy will go far. He s as cunning as a pet fox. and he may make up in strategy what he lacks in numbers." GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "The Irish are so filled with blarney " Skinner began, but Cappy cut him short with a terrible look. "There goes some more of our silver lining," he rasped. "Skinner, what are you? A kill-joy? Now, just for that, I m going to agree with Matt. A man has got to believe something jn this world or go crazy, and I prefer to believe that the ship is safe with those two Hibernians aboard win, lose or draw. And I want you two to quit picking on me; I don t want the word Narcissus mentioned in my presence until the ship is reported confiscated by the British, if her coal is for the Germans, or by the Germans, if her coal is for the British which it isn t or until Mike Murphy reports at Manila or Batavia and cables us for orders." "I m with you there, sir," Matt Peasley declared. "I m going to bank on the Irish, and refuse to believe it possible for the Nar for a certain vessel flying our house-flag to be caught by the wrong warship, a couple of thousand miles off her course and with coal, or evidences of coal, in her cargo space. Buck up, Skin ner. A little Christian Science here, boy. Just make up your mind no man in authority is going to come over the rail of the of a certain vessel and ask Mike Murphy or his successor pro tern, for a look at his papers !" "If she ever is confiscated on an illegal errand," Skinner mourned, "and Mike Murphy has nothing more tangible than a dime-novel tale of coercion as an excuse for being in that latitude and longitude well, we ll never get our bully big ship back again !" And for the first time in his life the efficient Mr. Skinner so far forgot himself as to swear in the office ! CHAPTER VI Throughout the long, lazy days that the Nar cissus rolled into the South, Captain Michael J. Mur phy s alert brain was busy every spare moment, striving to discover, in the incomprehensible charter his owners had made for him," what the French call la raison d etre. Not having any wireless, he was unable to keep in touch with the stirring events being enacted in Europe and on the high seas, as news of the said events filtered by him through space. While on the West Coast, where all the newspapers are printed in Spanish, he had been equally barred from keeping in touch with the war, although en route through the Panama Canal he did his best to buy up all the old newspapers on the Zone. Upon arrival in New York with his cargo of nitrate, his anxiety to make a record in his first command in steam caused him to stay on the job every moment the Narcissus was discharging, for Cappy Ricks had im pressed upon him, as he impressed upon every skipper in the Blue Star employ, the fact that a slow boat is slow paying dividends. Consequently, the worthy cap tain had had no time to acquaint himself with the movements of the various fleets, and when he sent his day letter to his owners on the morning of the day he sailed from Norfolk for Pernambuco, his action was predicate*!, not on what he knew, but on what he felt. 39 40 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES The sixth sense that all real sailors possess warned him that his cargo of coal was not destined for Batavia nor yet Manila, but for delivery at sea to the warships of some foreign nation. Devoutly Michael J. hoped it wasn t for the British fleet, since in such a contin gency he would be cruelly torn between his love and duty. Consequently he resolved that, should the choice of alternatives be forced upon him, he would steer a middle course and resign his command. On the other hand, Mike Murphy knew Matt Peasley and Cappy Ricks to be intensely pro-Ally in their sympathies, despite the President s proclamation of neutrality and the polite requests of the motion-picture houses for their audiences to remain perfectly quiet while Field-Marshal von Hindenburg, Sir John French and General Joffre came on the screen and bowed. Under the circumstances, therefore, Murphy found it very difficult to suspect his owners of conspiring to deliver a cargo of coal to the German fleet at sea. No, indeed! Matt Peasley and Cappy Ricks were too in tensely American for that; indeed, Cappy was always saying he hoped to see an American mercantile marine established before he should be gathered to the bosom of Abraham. From whatever angle the doughty skipper viewed it, therefore, the tangle became more and more incom prehensible. Cappy and Matt knew full well the rules of the game as promulgated by their Uncle Samuel, and the dire penalties for infraction. However, granted that they knew they could scheme successfully to evade punishment at the hands of their own govern ment, Mike Murphy knew full well that no man could guarantee immunity from the right of a belligerent CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 41 warship to visit and search, or from confiscation or months of demurrage in a prize court in the event that his ship s papers and the course the vessel was trav elling failed to justify her presence in that particular longitude and latitude. And with the huge profits to be made in neutral trade, it seemed incomprehensible that a sound business man like Cappy Ricks should assume all these risks for the sake of a little extra money. Surely he must realize that if he sent her on an illegal errand her war-risk insurance would not hold. On the other hand, it appeared to Murphy that the charter must have been consummated with the full knowledge and consent of the Blue Star Navigation Company, for the veriest tyro in the shipping business could not have failed to be suspicious of that clause in the charter party, stipulating a call at Pernambuco for orders. Of course there was the possibility that this acquiescence had been due to misrepresentation on the part of the New York agents or rank stupidity on the part of the Blue Star Navigation Company. But Seaborn & Company were above a shady deal. In putting through the charter for the Blue Star Navi gation Company it might have occurred to them that all was not as it should be, but that was none of their business. If they spread their hand and permitted Cappy Ricks an unobstructed view, it was up to Cappy to decide and order them to close or reject the charter. As for stupidity on the part of the Blue Star Naviga tion Company, Murphy knew full well that stupidity was the crime Cappy Ricks found it hardest to forgive. Even had Cappy overlooked that suspicious clause in the charter, because of his age, Matt Peasley s ^outh and practical maritime knowledge should have offset 42 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES Cappy s error; and even if both had erred, there still remained the matchless Skinner, as suspicious as a burglar, as keen as a razor, as infallible as a chronom eter. No, it just didn t seem possible that the Blue Star Navigation Company had gone into the deal with eyes wide open; on the contrary, it seemed equally impos sible that they had gone into it with their eyes shut. Consequently Michael J. decided to wake them up provided they slept on the job and to give them an opportunity to repent before it should be too late. He felt very much better after sending that tele gram, but as the Narcissus ploughed steadily south at the rate of two hundred and thirty miles a day, he began to grieve because he had no wireless to bring him a prompt reply ; he berated himself for not waiting at the dock in Norfolk until Ms owners should have had an opportunity to answer; he abused himself for his timidity in questioning the judgment of his owners, for indeed he had been content to hint when more de cisive action was demanded. How Michael J. Murphy yearned to discuss his prob lem with some one as loyal and devoted to the Blue Star Navigation Company as himself! His dignity as master of the Narcissus, however, bade him refrain from discussing the integrity of his owners with his mates particularly with new mates, to whom the house-flag stood for naught but a symbol of monthly revenue. In fact, of the forty-one men under him, there was but one with whom he could, with entire dignity, discuss the matter. That man was Terence Reardon. But even here he was barred, for since he had called the chief engineer a renegade, the only pos- CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 43 sible discussion that could obtain between them now must be anything but academic ; in consequence of which Michael J. Murphy was forced to hug his appre hensions to himself until the Narcissus steamed slowly into the outer harbor of Pernambuco. Ten minutes after she dropped her big hook the skipper s suspicions were crystallized into certainty. Just as she came to anchor the steward appeared on deck, vociferously beating his triangle to announce supper for at sea dinner is always supper. "Mr. Schultz," the captain called from the bridge, "as soon as your men have had their supper clear away the working boat. I m going ashore." "Very veil, sir," Mr. Schultz replied heartily, and the captain went below to supper. He was scarcely seated before Mr. Schultz stuck his head in the dining saloon window and announced that a gentleman who claimed to represent the charterers was alongside in a launch and desired to come aboard and speak with him. "Let down the accommodation ladder, Mr. Schultz, and when the gentleman comes aboard, show him round to my state-room," the skipper answered. "I ll meet him there in a pig s whisper. It is probable he has come aboard with our orders, Mr. Schultz, so never mind clearing away the boat until I speak to you further about it. Steward, set an extra cover at my right. We may have a guest for supper." He hurried round to his state-room and donned a uniform coat to receive his visitor. Mr. Schultz came presently, bearing a visiting-card upon which was en graved the name: Mr. August Carl von Staden. Be hind the mate a sailor with a bulging suitcase stood at 44 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES attention; two more sailors stood behind the first, a steamer trunk between them, and as Captain Murphy stepped out on deck to greet his visitor he observed a tall, athletic, splendid-looking fellow coming leisurely toward him along the deck. The stranger carried a large Gladstone bag. The captain bowed. "I am the skipper of this big box," he announced pleasantly. "Murphy is my name." Herr von Staden shook hands and in most excellent English, without the slightest trace of a German ac cent, expressed his pleasure in the meeting. The cap tain cast a glance of frank curiosity at the bag von Staden carried and at the baggage the sailors had in tow. Von Staden interpreted the glance and smiled. "I have brought you your orders, Captain Murphy. They are contained in this envelope ;" and he handed a blank envelope to the captain. "However, I happened to know that one of the orders is to provide a berth for me. I m to go with you as supercargo." * "I hadn t heard anything about such a possibility," Mike Murphy replied, with just a shade of formality in his tones. He turned to the first mate: "Mr. Schultz, will you be good enough to see to it that Mr. von Staden s baggage is stowed in the owners suite. Then tell the steward to see that our guest s quarters are put in order. Mr. von Staden, will you kindly step into my stateroom here while I read these orders?" Von Staden nodded. Entering the captain s room he sat down on the settee and lighted a gold-tipped cigarette, while Murphy tore open the envelope. It contained a cablegram reading as follows: GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 45 "Von Staden & Ulrich, Pernambuco, Brazil, Ornillo Montevideo. "BL.UESTAR." The captain reached for his telegraphic-code book. When decoded the message read: "Instruct captain to proceed to Montevideo and there await further orders. "BLUE STAR NAVIGATION COMPANY/ The cablegram had been filed at San Francisco two days before. Murphy looked keenly at his guest, who smoked tranquilly and returned the look without in terest. "Mr. von Staden," the captain announced, "these are strange orders, in view of the fact that I cleared from New York for Manila or Batavia, via the Cape of Good Hope. It would be a sure sign of bad luck to the steamer Narcissus if a British cruiser should pick her up off the coast of Uruguay." Von Staden smiled. "You are very direct, captain very blunt indeed. This is a characteristic more Teutonic than Celtic, I believe, so I shall experience no embarrassment in being equally frank with you. Your cargo of coal is designed for our German Pacific fleet." "I guessed as much, sir. Nevertheless, my owners did not see fit to take me into their confidence in this illegal undertaking, Mr. von Staden " "They did not think it necessary," von Staden inter rupted smilingly. "In fact, Captain Peasley assured our people in New York that your sympathies are so overwhelming in favor of our cause we need anticipate 46 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES no worry as to the course you would pursue. More over, in the event of a judicial inquiry it would be an advantage if you could say that you had had no voice in the matter, but had been instructed to obey the orders of the charterers of whom we are the agents in Pernambuco. Perhaps this cablegram will allay your fears," and he drew an unopened cablegram from his pocket and handed it to Murphy. It was a code cablegram, signed by the Blue Star Navigation Com pany and addressed to Murphy in care of von Staden & Ulrich. When decoded it read: "Execute the orders of supercargo if possible. It may lead to further business. Charterers must take the risk. We do not think there is any risk. Please remain." This cablegram was signed "Matt." "Well, captain?" von Staden queried politely. "I don t like this business at all," the captain replied. "My ow.ners may think there is no risk, but I m afraid. England controls the seas " "We are in possession of the secret code of the British Navy, Captain Murphy. We know the ap proximate location of every British warship in the Atlantic and Pacific and I assure you there is no risk." "Well, my boss informs me the charterers assume the risk, so I suppose I shouldn t worry over the Blue Star Navigation Company s end of the gamble. They know their own business, I dare say. Evidently they feared I might want to resign, so I have been asked to remain ; and when Captain Peasley says please to me, Mr. von Staden, I find it very, very hard to refuse." "I am glad, for the sake of our selfish interests, mr CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 47 dear captain, to find you so loyal to your owners financial interests," the supercargo replied heartily. "Now that you have decided to remain, I need not point out to you the danger of a resignation at this time. It might lead to some unlooked-for developments which might prejudice your owners, although I think they have covered their tracks very effectually. Neverthe less, it is not well to take the slightest risk " "Without being well paid for it," Murphy inter rupted sneeringly. "My owners have been well paid for their risk, but where do I come in? I haven t been promised double my usual salary, or a split on the profits of the voyage; and I know if I were to com mand a vessel loaded with munitions of war I would not be asked to take her into the North Sea at the cus tomary skipper s wages. I d be offered a large bonus." "You forget, my dear captain, that your charterers assume all the risks. One of them was the risk that you might resign unless you received adequ&te com pensation. I came aboard prepared to insure that risk," and he touched with his toe the Gladstone bag. "What do you say to $5,000?" Michael J. Murphy smiled. "It is pleasant, sir," he said, "to be paid $5,000 for doing something one yearns to do for nothing. I am not a hog. Five thou sand dollars is sufficient. How do I get it and when?" "In gold coin of the United Spates, or gold certifi cates of the same interesting country, my dear captain, and you may have it immediately." Again Herr von Staden kicked the Gladstone bag. "I ll take it in gold certificates. And in order that my dear old father and mother may have the benefit of my rascality in case anything unforeseen should arise 48 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES to prevent my return, I suggest you hand over the boodle this minute, and I ll go ashore and express it home." "Captain Murphy, you are a man after my own heart " "I am not a born fool, sir," Murphy interrupted. "I m accepting this money to be a fool, well knowing it is foolish to do it, for still I am taking a risk. I am thirty-eight years old, Mr. von Staden, and a skipper as young as that has his future all before him. Set him down on the beach, however, with his ticket revoked for all time and his future is behind him." "In that event," the supercargo replied, "you might accept my assurance, without questioning my authority for such assurance, that you would have no difficulty in procuring a remunerative position ashore. The firm of von Staden & Ulrich could use you very handily." "Thank you, sir. Consider the matter settled. Will you come ashore with me, sir, and dine, or would you prefer to have supper aboard?" "I beg of you to be excused from going ashore, cap tain. I have much to do to-night. The launch which brought me alongside has a knocked-down wireless plant aboard, and I am anxious to have it set up on your good ship Narcissus a task I shall have to over see personally. I shall probably work all night." "Praise be!" Michael J. Murphy answered heartily. "We ll have some interest in life now. We can get all the war news, going and coming, can t we? Have 3^ou brought along an operator?" "I am an operator," the supercargo answered. "By the by, can you fix me up with a wireless room?" GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 49 "There are two staterooms and a bath in the owners suite which you will occupy. You can take your choice." "Good. I shall want to sleep close to my instru ment." He opened the bag, counted out five one-thousand- dollar gold certificates of the United States of America and handed them to the captain. "The grand old rag," Michael J. murmured. "How many rascals fight under the flag of old King Spondu- lics !" "I believe you have an Irish chief engineer," von Staden continued. "While I understand his sympa thies are with us, still it seems only right to com pensate " "Suit yourself, Mr. von Staden." "What kind of a man is he, captain?" "I d hate to tell you. I ve had little to do with him, but that little was enough. We avoid each other as much as possible and never speak except in the line of duty. I make no bones of the fact that I think he s a scrub." Mr. von Staden nodded sagely. "Perhaps I d better wait and get acquainted with him," he suggested, and closed his bag. Murphy showed him to his quarters, which the steward, under the first mate s supervision, was already setting in order ; and, having decided to set up the wireless in the sleeping-room, von Staden ac companied the skipper round to superintend the taking on board of the wireless plant from the gasoline launch bobbing alongside. When the equipment was finally hoisted to the deck of the Narcissus, Michael J. Murphy boarded the launch and was whisked ashore for 50 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES the avowed purpose of sending to his aged parents the fruits of his elastic conscience. Herr August Carl von Staden stood at the head of the accommodation ladder and smiled as the launch disappeared into the tropic twilight. Then he said something in German to Mr. Schultz, who laughed. Evidently it was very good news, for even the quarter master at the companion ladder smiled covertly. It is possible they would not have felt so cheerful had they known that Michael J. Murphy s "dear old father and mother" had been sleeping in a Boston cemetery some fifteen years, and that their last words to Michael had been an exhortation to remember that manliness and honor must be his only heritage. And as the launch bore him shoreward, he looked back and grinned at the dim, duck-clad figure of von Staden. "Your agents looked me up, my hearty ," he solilo quized, "and if they did their work half well, they told you I was an honest man. Only a crook comes with a bag of gold to talk illegitimate business with an hon est man. I m banking you re as crooked as a bed spring, and that there s something fishy about this enterprise. Gappy Ricks isn t fully informed, other wise he wouldn t b doing business with a crook !" CHAPTER VII Arrived ashore, Captain Murphy hurried to the cable office, registered his cable address, borrowed a code book and sent a code telegram to his owner. Then, having subsidized the operator liberally to rush it, Michael J. Murphy set out for a stroll among the limited attractions of Pernambuco. His cablegram would get through in two hours at the very most, and though the captain figured the Blue Star offices would be closed when the message reached San Francisco, still he was not discouraged. He knew the cable company always telephoned to Mr. Skinner, at his home, all Blue Star and Ricks Lumber & Logging messages arriving after office hours and before midnight. Naturally Skinner could be depended upon to have a copy of the code at home, and if he didn t Murphy knew he would rush down to the office, no matter what the hour, and decode it there. Of course he would cable his reply immediately, in which event it might be that the cap tain would have an answer shortly after midnight or by breakfast at the latest. He decided, therefore, to return to the cable office about midnight and await the reply to his cablegram. He had proceeded but a few blocks from the cable office, however, before a disturbing thought struck him with such force as to bring him to an abrupt pause. His owners had cabled him in care of von Staden cy Ulrich, when in the telegram sent just before sailing 51 52 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES from Norfolk "he had instructed them to cable him in care of the American consul. Murphy s native shrewd ness had made him suspicious of von Staden the instant the latter had so nonchalantly offered him a bribe of five thousand dollars, for the proffer of a bribe of that magnitude, without any preliminary bargaining, did not co-ordinate with Michael s idea of business. Cer tainly if the charterers had his owners "fixed," five thou sand dollars was too much money to give their captain, particularly since there were available any number of capable rascals eager to do the job for twenty-five hundred, and the devil take the consequences. At the time von Staden had handed him the two cablegrams from the Blue Star Navigation Company, no suspicion that they were forgeries had entered the captain s mind; indeed, Matt Peasley s cablegram to him appeared at first blush to be an answer to the telegram which Murphy had sent his owners from Nor folk. In that telegram Murphy had mentioned his sus picions and hinted at unwarranted risks and the pos sibility of the circumstances attending the delivery of his cargo forcing his resignation. Matt s cablegram handed him by von Staden urged him to remain in the ship and assured him there were no risks ; that if there were, the charterers assumed them. For the nonce, therefore, the master s mind did not dwell on any doubts as to the genuineness of the orders he had re ceived, even though he decided instantly as a precau tionary measure to confirm them before proceeding to carry them out. This, however, was merely because he was suspicious of von Staden and desired to obviate the possibility of that individual s double-crossing the Blue Star Navigation Company. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 53 Under the circumstances, therefore, he had consid ered it good policy to appear to fall readily in line, and, the better to disarm von Staden s watchfulness, he had demanded extra compensation. The ease with which the bribe had been secured having crystallized his suspicions, instantly he had cast about in his in genious brain for a good sound excuse for going ashore and cabling his owners. To demand his bribe in ad vance and then announce that he would go ashore and express it to those dependent upon him, in case he failed to return and enjoy it himself, seemed to present a reason that would not be questioned and accordingly he had done so. Michael J. Murphy removed his uniform cap and thoughtfully scratched his head. "Now why," he de manded of the scented night, "did Matt cable me in care of that German firm when he must have known I would call on the American consul in the expectation of finding a cablegram there?" He shook his head. "They ve got us winging, Michael," he soliloquized, "so I suppose the only thing to do is to play safe, call upon the American consul immediately if not sooner, and ask if he has a cablegram for us." And without further ado the worthy fellow sprang into a cab and was whirled away to the residence of the American consul. Yes, the consul had a cablegram for him, but it was at his office. Could Captain Murphy not wait until morning? Most emphatically Captain Murphy could not. That cablegram was important; it meant a great deal of money and possibly life or death Regretfully the consul entered the cab with the cap tain, drove to the consulate and delivered the cable- 54 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES gram to the eager mariner, who swore when he dis covered it was in cipher and not code, for this necessi tated immediate return to the Narcissus in order to obtain the key to the cipher. He thanked the consul and sent the latter home in the cab, while he hurried for the harbor front and the nearest boat landing. He was filled with apprehension, for indeed there was some thing radically wrong when his owners cabled him in the secret cipher of the Blue Star Navigation Com pany something the company had, doubtless, never found occasion to do before. For while each vessel of the Blue Star fleet had a copy of the A.L. code aboard, with the cipher key typewritten and pasted on the second fly-leaf, not a single Blue Star skipper knew why it had been pasted there or why the company should have gone to the trouble of getting up any one of the hundreds of secret ciphers possible to be de veloped from the A. L. Telegraphic Code. This was a secret that lay locked in the breast of Mr. Skinner. It is probable, however, that it had occurred to him in an idle moment that a secret cipher might come in handy some day, and Mr. Skinner believed in being prepared for emergencies. The captain bade the launch wait for him at the accommodation ladder, while he hurried round to his state-room and promptly fell to work on Mr. Skinner s cipher cablegram. When he had laboriously deciphered it this is what he read : "Unaccountably failed note suspicious clause charter. Something rotten. We are playing square game. Think plot deliver coal German fleet South Atlantic. Discharge your German crew immediately, first notifying Brazilian authorities and American consul. Have help when you GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 55 notify them game is off, otherwise may take vessel away from you. They will stop at nothing; fleet desperate for coal. Cable acknowledgment these orders ; also cable when orders fulfilled. Very anxious. "BLUE STAR NAVIGATION COMPANY." "Ah-h-h!" breathed Michael J. Murphy softly, but very distinctly. "So that s the game, eh?" His big square chin set viciously; subconsciously he clenched his hard fist and shook it at his enemies. "The cunning Dutch devils !" he murmured very audibly, and at that precise instant Herr August Carl von Staden stood in the open doorway. He coughed, and Murphy glanced up from the translation of the cipher message just in time to note a swift shadow pass over the supercargo s face, a shadow composed of equal parts of suspicion, embarrassment and desperation. "You have returned very promptly, captain," he re marked smoothly, and then his restless glance fell on the cablegram and beside it the scratch pad and the two parallel columns of words scrawled on it. A man of far less intelligence than von Staden possessed would have realized as quickly that the first column was com posed of cipher words, while the second column was the translation. From this tell-tale evidence his suspicious glance lifted to the skipper s face, and he read in Michael J. Murphy s black eyes the wild rage which no Irishman could have concealed which the majority of his race would not even have taken the trouble to endeavor to conceal. In that glance each learned the other s secret; each realized that the success of his plans depended on the silence of the other; each resolved instantly to procure that silence at any cost. Von Staden reached for his 56 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES ** g%. hip pocket, but before he could draw his automatic pistol and cover the skipper, Michael J. Murphy- had hurled ten pounds of code book into the geometric centre of the supercargo s face. It was the first weapon his hand closed over, and he did not disc&iin it. The instant it landed and von Staden reeled bef^e the blow, Murphy came out of his state-room with a scut- tering rush and von Staden fired as he came. The captain felt the sting of the bullet as it creased the top of his left shoulder; then his right fist came up in a blow that started at his hip and landed fairly under the supercargo s heart. Von Staden grunted once, the pistol dropped clattering to the deck and he folded up like an accordion. For him the battle was over. Not so, however, with Mike Murphy. Gone to the winds now was the caution he would have exercised had the attack been delayed two seconds longer; forgotten was the shrewd advice of his owners to have help stand ing by when the ship cleaning should commence. Michael J. Murphy thought of nothing but blood, for the fight had started now and he was loath to have it cease. "You bloody murderer !" he growled. "You d kill me and steal my ship, would you? And with the reckless abandon of a sailor he planted the broad toe of a number nine boot in Herr von Staden s short ribs, hoping to break a few, for in the process of working his way up from the bottom Michael had fought under deep-sea rules too often to be squeamish now. So he kicked Herr von Staden again, after which a glimmer of reason penetrated his hot head and he walked to pick up the supercargo s automatic pistol. Then something landed on him from above and he went down GAPPY RICKS rlETIRES 57 backward. His head struck the deck with a resounding thump, and Michael J. Murphy had a through ticket to the Land of Nod and no stop-over privileges. The something which had thus inopportunely dropped on Michael was Mr. Henckel, the second mate. He had gone up on the bridge to see if the canvas jacket had- been dropped over the brightly polished brass engine-room telegraph apparatus at each end of the bridge, in order to protect it from the tropical dew. While thus engaged he had heard the shot which von Staden fired at the captain, and forthwith had run across the top of the house and peered over to discover what was happening on the deck below. Dis covering the captain in the act of kicking a distin guished son of the Fatherland in that fragile section of the human anatomy frequently referred to as the "slats," the second mate had stood a moment, immobile with horror, the while he gazed upon the fearful scene. Then the captain walked to a spot on the deck directly beneath the position occupied by his subordinate, and stooped to pick something up. Even their enemies are proud of the dash and gal lantry, the utter contempt for consequences, which animate the German going into battle, and Mr. Henckel, second mate of the S.S. Narcissus, was as fine a German as one could find in a day s travel. The instant Michael J. Murphy stooped to recover von Staden s automatic pistol, therefore, Mr. Henckel saw his duty and, in the language of the elect, "he went an done it" the which was absurdly simple. He merely leaped down off the house on top of the captain, and forthwith deep peace and profound silence brooded over the good ship Narcissus, of San Francisco. 58 GAPPY KICKS RETIRES It is worthy of remark here that Mr. Terence Rear- don who, had he been present, might have had some thing to say not that his action would indicate that he despised Mike Murphy the less, but that he loved his owners more was unfortunately down in the engine-room. Consequently he failed to hear the shot, and when he came up on deck the victims of the affray had been collected and taken thence, a seaman with a mop had removed the profuse evidence which Mike Murphy s rich red blood had furnished and Mr. Schultz, the first mate, was on the bridge, while Mr. Henckel was up on the forecastle head with his gang, waiting for the order to break out the anchor. Presently a seaman came up on the bridge and re ported that the light in Mr. Reardon s state-room had been out fifteen minutes. So Mr. Schultz waited an hour longer to make certain the chief engineer would be asleep; whereupon commenced a harsh, discordant tune the music of the anchor chain paying in through the hawse pipe. When it ceased Mr. Schultz stepped to the marine telegraph; a bell jingled in the bowels of the Narcissus; an instant later all the lights aboard her went out as the first assistant engineer threw off the switch, and silently in the heavy velvet gloom the great vessel slipped out of Pernambuco harbor and headed south. CHAPTER VIII Just about the time the Narcissus was kicking ahead at nine knots, in distant San Francisco the cable com pany was getting Mr. Skinner out of bed to dictate to him over the telephone a message which had just arrived from Pernambuco. "Ah!" murmured the incomparable Skinner as he donned a dressing gown and slippers and descended to his library to decode the cablegram. "The luck of the Blue Star flag still holds. That belligerent and highly intelligent fellow Murphy has received our cablegram, sent him in care of the American consul, and in ac cordance with my instructions he is acknowledging its receipt. Hum-m-m! The first word is oriana.* Let me turn to oriana. Hum-m! *I have an order pre sumably emanating from blank.* Ah, yes, the next word is Buestar, the cable address of the Blue Star Navigation Company. Well, well, well, the foxy fellow ! After wiring us to cable him, he gets our cable and then cables us to confirm it ! Caution is a virtue, but this brand is too high-priced. The next word is osculo ." Mr. Skinner turned to "osculo" and discovered that it meant "I am ordered to " The next word in the cablegram was "Montevideo." "Good heavens !" Mr. Skinner gasped. "He has re ceived orders, presumably emanating from us, ordering 59 60 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES him to Montevideo ! Can it be possible that Mr. Ricks or Matt Peasley has sent him a cablegram without my knowledge? I must read further." He did, and having done so he discovered that, in addition to being ordered to Montevideo, Mike Murphy wanted to know if it was all right and if von Staden and Ulrich presumably German were to be trusted; that he would remain in command at the company s request, although he considered such request unreason able, even if it could be granted without risk. Also, he wanted these instructions confirmed and was anxiously awaiting an answer. "Well, I m certain of one thing," Mr. Skinner so liloquized after reading this extraordinary message: "Murphy has not been to the American consul s office for the cablegram I sent him several days ago. Evi dently there is mischief afoot. However, there is noth ing to be gained by cabling him again in care of the American consul, so I ll just assume that he has regis tered his cable address with the cable company; hence, if I cable him to his cable address the message will be delivered to him aboard the Narcissus. And since he says he is anxiously awaiting an answer, I ll relieve his anxiety with all possible speed and send him an answer immediately." Whereupon Mr. Skinner wasted several dollars cabling Mike Murphy that the Blue Star Navigation had not, to his knowledge, cabled him any instructions save those sent in care of the American consul; that von Staden and Ulrich were unknown to him, and to be very careful not to lose the ship. This message Mr. Skinner dictated over the telephone to the tele graph office and asked them to rush it. Evidently they GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 61 did so, for just as Gappy Ricks arrived in the office the following morning, word was received from the tele graph company that owing to the departure of the Narcissus from Pernambuco the night before, the Blue Star Navigation Company s cablegram had not been delivered. "Well, Skinner," Gappy chirped as he sat in at his desk and lighted a cigar, "what s the news around the shop this fine morning? Any word from Murphy?" "Yes and no," Mr. Skinner replied, and laid his information before Gappy for perusal. Gappy read it all twice, then slid out to the edge of his chair, placed his hands on his knees and looked at Mr. Skinner over the rims of his spectacles. "Skinner, my dear boy," he said solemnly, "this is certainly hell! Cable the American consul in Pernam buco and ask him if Murphy received the cablegram we sent in care of the consulate. And, in the meantime, don t whisper a word of this disquieting information to Matt Peasley. Time enough to cross a bridge, Skinner, when you come to it." Mr. Skinner promptly filed a cablegram to the American consul, and just before the office closed they got about forty dollars worth of reply, informing them that Captain Murphy had appeared at the con sulate greatly excited the night previous ; that he had declared the cablegram awaiting him might mean life or death certainly a large sum of money; that he had been given the cablegram and had gone aboard ship to look up his cipher key. He had not returned and the ship was not in the harbor. "Let me see the carbon copy of the cablegram you 62 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES sent Murphy in care of the American consul," Gappy demanded. Mr. Skinner with a sinking heart obeyed. "Skinner," said Gappy, "do I understand you sent this message in cipher, which necessitated on the part of our captain a trip back to his ship before he could decipher it? Why didn t you send him the message in regular code? He would then have decoded it right in the consulate, or at best he could have gone to the cable office and borrowed a code book from them." "I sent it in our secret cipher," Mr. Skinner faltered. "It was delicate business quite er an international complication, as it were, and in the event of unpleasant developments Well, how did I know but that some German might be on the key at the cable office when the message arrived there for Murphy " "Quite right, Skinner, my boy, quite right," Gappy interrupted sadly. "The only trouble with you, Skin ner, is that you re too danged efficient. You look so far into the future you re always gumming up the present." He sighed. "Why, what do you think " Skinner began, but Gappy silenced him with an autocratic finger. "I do not think, Skinner, I know. Had it not been for your damnable cipher message, Murphy would have got your warning ashore instead of being forced to go back to the ship for it. Having got it ashore he would have taken care to warn the Brazilian authorities and they would have been on watch and prevented the ship from leaving. As I view the situation, Mike went aboard, deciphered your message and got ripping mad. Von Staden and Ulrich were probably aboard, and hot headed Mike probably undertook to throw them over board single-handed and failed. His body is doubt- ^ CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 63 less feeding the fishes in Pernambuco harbor this min ute, and our lovely big Narcissus the pride of the Blue Star fleet " "Shall I tell Captain Peasley?" Mr. Skinner faltered. "Yes, tell him. He s bound to find out sooner or later. Skinner, I could stand the loss of the ship, but what breaks me all up is the thought that after forty years of honorable business my friends and my enemies might suspect me of being a filibuster. I, Alden P. Ricks, whose great-grandfather died at Yorktown, whose grandfather was killed at Lundy s Lane, whose father won a medal of honor at Chapultepec I, Alden P. Ricks, who had to belong to the Home Guard because I was such a little runt they wouldn t take me in the Civil War to think that I should attain to seventy years and even be suspected of staining the flag of my country for the sake of a few dirty dollars after all the Ricks blood that has been shed for that flag! Horrible!" Mr. Skinner turned away for, man and boy, he had spent twenty-five years under Cappy Ricks, and he loved him. He could not bear to see the old man suffer. CHAPTER IX When Michael J. Murphy returned to consciousness he found himself in his berth, although for all the effort he made to verify this fact it might have been Mr. Reardon s. For fully half an hour he lay there, gradually straightening out the tangle in his intellect, and presently he was aware that the back of his head was very sore and ached, so he put up his hand to rub it and found a lump as large as a walnut. His right shoulder was numb and he was unable to move it, although this would not have surprised him had he been aware that a hundred and eighty pounds of Teu tonic masculinity had landed on that shoulder with both feet and dislocated it. As it was, the skipper wondered vaguely if the ship s funnel had fallen over on him. His right side ached externally, and when he sighed it ached internally. That was a broken rib tickling his lung, for, while he was in blissful ignorance of the reason therefor, the chronicler of this tale can serve no good purpose by concealing the true facts in the case. Immediately upon regaining consciousness, Herr August Carl von Staden had insisted upon re turning Michael J. Murphy s kicks with compound interest. "Holy mackerel!" the skipper murmured. "I feel like I ve been fed into a concrete mixer. The only injury I can account for is my left shoulder, where that supercargo shot me. * 64 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 65 After spending another half hour in mild specula tion on these phenomena he was aware of an added impediment in breathing, so he put his hand up to his nose and found it clogged with blood. His luxuriant black mustache prevented an extended examination of his upper lip, but nevertheless, something told him it was split. A hard foreign substance lying between his right cheek and the inferior maxillary he concluded must be the pit of an olive left over from dinner. Sub sequently, however, he discovered it was one of his own teeth. So he swore a mighty oath and felt considerably better. "This is certainly mutiny on the high seas and pun- ishable by hanging," he soliloquized. "I wonder if Gappy Ricks would know me now ;" and he reached up to turn the switch of the electric light over his berth. He turned the switch, but the light did not come on, and while he lay considering this state of affairs, he was aware that something that was not his head was throbbing in the ship. He decided presently that it was her engines. From the steady rhythmic pulsations he realized the vessel was being driven full speed ahead ; and since he could not recall having given any orders to that effect, he was not long in arriving at the correct answer to the riddle whereupon Michael J. Murphy did what every shipmaster does when he loses the ship he loves and finds himself ravished of his reputation as a sane and careful skipper. He wept! Those who know the breed will bid you beware the Irish when they weep from any cause save grief or sympathy. CHAPTER X Gappy Ricks, who claimed to know Mike Murphy s kind of Irish, doubtless would have been extremely gratified had he been granted a peep at the battered, bleeding, weeping wreck of his faithful Michael as the pride of the Blue Star fleet rolled south to meet the grey sea rovers of the Fatherland and deliver the cargo of coal that meant so much to them. The sight might have aroused some hope in Cappy s heavy heart, he being by nature inconsistent and always seeing a profit where others found naught but a deficit. However, though Cappy was variously gifted he was not a clairvoyant, in consequence of which he spent a very sleepless night following the re ceipt of that windy cablegram from the American consul. He dined at his club, and when it was time for him to leave and his daughter sent her car for him, he lacked the courage to go home and face his son- in-law. So he spent the night at the club and came down to the office about noon, hoping Matt Peasley would have recovered from the shock by that time. The latter was waiting for him, and came into Cappy s sanctum immediately to hold a post-mortem. "Matthew, my dear boy," said Cappy miserably, "this is terrible." "I think we should take the matter up immediately with the State Department," Matt replied. "There may be a United States warship in those waters, and 66 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 67 she could be instructed by wireless to endeavor to intercept the Narcissus. We can prove a clean bill of health with those cablegrams, and get back our ship." "Yes from our own Government, of course. But, oh, Matt, if old Johnny Bull ever gets his horns into her we can kiss her good-bye. We can t bring forward any evidence to alibi that German crew on a ship so far off her course and loaded with contraband." "Well, I know if I were skippering a British warship and picked up the Narcissus, her owners would find I was born and bred in Missouri," the honest Matt ad mitted. "By the way, have you read this morning s papers ?" "No, Matt. I ve felt too blamed miserable about this Narcissus affair." "Well, the Scharnhorst, the Gneisenau, the Leipzig, the Dresden and the Niirnberg met a British fleet under Admiral Craddock, away down off Coronel, Chile. The British were cleaned for fair." "You don t tell me!" "I do tell you. And I ll bet my immortal soul that German fleet is heading for the entrance to Magellan this minute. If I were a religious man I d be praying for clear weather so they ll find the entrance without any trouble." "I hope they run ashore and drown every man Jack!" cried Cappy fiercely. "I do not. You will note that our charterers tried to induce Mike to go to Montevideo for orders. That was because they expected to lie snug at Montevideo and be within striking distance of a designated meet ing place in the South Atlantic when the German fleet should pass through Magellan from the Pacific. Re- 68 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES member that for several weeks the German fleet ha& managed to lose itself in the Pacific, but now that the British fleet has stumbled onto it and forced an en gagement, the Australian and Japanese cruisers will all be headed for the south coast of Chile to make reprisal. We know the Germans are short of coal; doubtless some of the fleet have suffered in the engage ment with Admiral Craddock s ships, so it s a safe bet they ll run into the Atlantic now and raid the Falkland Islands by the way, a British possession. They will hope to find coal and stores there, which, with the cargo of the Narcissus, will enable them to continue raiding. "Of course they will try to accomplish this before England sends a fleet to avenge Craddock and I m hoping the Germans will succeed, for, if they do, they will surely be decent enough to run our Narcissus into some South American port and give us an opportunity to get her back again. On the other hand, if the Ger mans delay their departure from the Pacific, the British will surely get wind of the Narcissus waiting at Monte video ; and when she comes out they ll just naturally grab her." "I guess you re right," Cappy replied gloomily; "so for the present we re pro-German. Still, I find that a hard dose to swallow, in view of the fact that our German crew in the Narcissus has evidently taken the vessel away from Mike Murphy." "I am sure they have done just that, sir; otherwise Mike would have obeyed our orders. We know he received the orders; hence the only reason he did not carry them out was because he wasn t permitted to do so. My only hope is that they haven t killed him, for if he is alive and free, he and Reardon, with the as- CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 69 sistance of the cockney steward and the two Chinese cooks, might " "Might what?" "Might steal her back again." "Matt! It isn t possible, is it?" "I ll bet Mike Murphy and I could steal her back if we had half a chance. The odds would be forty to two against our succeeding, but a little strategy is some times to be preferred to great horsepower. I think I could do it, and I think Murphy will do it if he only thinks of it." "How ? Tell me how you d steal her back." "What s the use?" Matt replied wearily. "I d have to have help. So will Mike and I ve just remembered Mike Murphy and Terence Reardon are the wrong kind of Irish to have together in the same ship. We did our best to prevent it, but the odds are too long for us ; the coal is for the Germans and we hate Eng land, so why worry? I know Mike Murphy will not take that view of it ; for my sake he ll fight to the last gasp, but he must have help, and Reardon owes me no such allegiance as Murphy." "Well, he owes me something," Cappy spoke up. "You promised him a hundred and seventy-five dollars a month and I raised the ante to two hundred. It was an investment, pure and simple. I was buying loyalty, and by the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, I think I ll get it. Come to think of it, there was a look in Reardon s eyes that I liked, when he took my hand in those greasy paws of his and said he was a proud man to work for me. Matt, that fellow is full of bellicose veins. He may not fight for me, but he ll fight for Mrs. Reardon and the children and that two-hundred-dollar-a-month 70 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES job, for it s the first he s ever had and if he loses out it ll be the last he ll ever get. He was telling me all about his family and how much the job meant to him, that day we had the Narcissus out on her trial trip." Matt Peasley s face brightened. "By Jupiter, that puts a different face on the situation. If Reardon is alive they might get together for mutual protection." "Well," Cappy piped up, greatly relieved to discover Matt was facing the tragedy so optimistically, "we might do worse than hope. Wire the State Depart ment, Matt ; and in the meanwhile, cheer up, sonny, and trust in the luck of Alden P. Ricks. I remember Cap tain Noah Kendall peace to his ashes used to say to me: Mr. Ricks, if you ever fell into Channel Creek at low tide you d come up with a pearl necklace wrapped round your ankle, and you d be smelling like a spray of lemon verbena. Cheer up, Matt! What though the cause be lost, the Narcissus is not lost yet. The Celtic troops remain, and from now on my war cry is going to be " "Ireland liber Alles," Matt Peasley suggested. "You re blamed whistlin !" said Cappy Ricks. So Mr. Skinner was called into consultation, and he and Matt Peasley and Cappy drew up a heart-rending telegram to the Secretary of State, who consulted with the Secretary of the Navy, who wired the Blue Star Navigation Company that he was sorry but he didn t have as much as a rowboat in the South Atlantic to save their steamer Narcissus, and would they please keep still about it, since a noise like that, unless abso lutely based on facts and he understood their wail to be based on suspicion would tend to create additional friction in an international complication already GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 71 strained to the breaking point. Whereupon Cappy Ricks flew into a rage and immediately dictated a long letter to his congressman and his senator, urging them to battle to the last trench in the campaign for a two-power navy. Time passed. Then suddenly the world rocked with the news of the annihilation of the German Pacific fleet off the Falkland Islands. Cappy Ricks and Matt Peasley read the horrid tale in the morning papers as they sat at breakfast, and immediately both lost all interest in food. Like two mourners about to set out for the morgue to identify the corpse of a loved one recently killed by a taxicab, they drove down to the Blue Star offices, where immediately upon arrival some thing terrible in Mr. Skinner s face brought on palpi tation of Cappy Ricks heart. "Skinner, my dear boy," he chattered, "Have you any news?" "Not yet, sir," murmured Mr. Skinner brokenly, "but soon ! The British consul wants you to ring him up. He says he s had a wireless from H.M.S. Panther, off the Falkland Islands, and he thinks it will be of interest to you." "Is my Narcissus confiscated?" Cappy and Matt cried in chorus. "I I don t know," Skinner faltered. "I just didn t have the courage to pursue the matter further. The Brit ish consul said she was captured but as for con " "Idiot ! Bonehead !" rasped Cappy. "My Narcissiis is gone gone! Oh, Lord! Matt, you ring up the British consul I m an old man Skinner, my dear chap, forgive my harsh language. Have you a little drop of whisky in the office?" CHAPTER XI Capt. Michael J. Murphy s futile tears of rage hav ing dried almost as quickly as they came, he crawled painfully out of his berth and lighted a match, to dis cover he was a prisoner in his own state-room. He turned another electric switch, but still the room re mained in darkness. "Sneaking out of Pernambuco with the lights doused," he soliloquized. Then he remembered a little stump of candle he kept in his desk for use when heat ing sealing wax, so he lighted the candle and by its meager rays took inventory of his features in the little mirror over his washstand. "By the Toe Nails of Moses," he soliloquized, "some body s sea-boots did that, and if I ever find out who was wearing them at the time there ll be a fight or a footrace. I m a total wreck and no insurance yes, thank God ! here s the ship s medicine chest." Having spent the greater portion of an adventurous career far from medical aid in time of bodily stress, Michael J. was, as most shipmasters are, rather adept in rough-and-tumble surgery. His compact little library contained a common-sense treatise on the care of burns, scalds, cuts, fractures and the few minor physical diseases that sailors are heir to, and in ac cordance with immemorial custom he, as master of the ship, was the custodian of the medicine chest. So he washed the gore from his face, disinfected his split 72 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 73 lip and patched himself up after a fashion. The bullet wound in his left shoulder proved to be a flesh wound, high up, so he cleaned that and decided his left wing would be in fair fighting order within a few days. Then he undressed and said his prayers, with a special invocation for help from his patron saint, holy Saint Michael, the archangel. Evidently Saint Michael in clined a friendly ear, for it is a curious fact that no sooner had his namesake risen from his marrow bones than a curious sense of peace and comfort stole over him. As in a vision he saw Herr August Carl von Staden standing on the bridge, bound at ankle, knee and hand and with a rope round his neck. From the supercargo s neck the rope led aloft through a small snatch-block fastened to the end of a cargo derrick and thence to the drum of the forward winch a device which had been known to hoist with a jerk ob jects several tons heavier than Herr August Carl von Staden! This picture thus conjured in Murphy s imagination was so real he was almost tempted to recite the litany for the dying ! " Twould have been better for them had they killed me dead and hove my carcass overboard," he decided. "The fact that they didn t, but took the trouble to carry me to my own bed and lock me in, is proof that they ll not murder me now so I ll not worry. I ll have every beer-drinking, sausage-making son of a sea- cook begging me for mercy before the week is out. I ll just lie low and rest up a bit, and by the time we re off Rio I ll drop on them like a top-mast in a typhoon. Then with the help of the two Chinamen, the steward and Reardon twill not be hard to run her into Rio. I wonder if that pirate frisked me of my five thou- 74 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES sand." He searched through his clothing and was amazed to discover that the bills were still in his posses sion. "I ll give them back in the morning," he concluded. "I had a pistol in the drawer of my desk and a rifle in that locker;" and in the wild hope that his luck still held, he searched eagerly for both. They were gone. Nevertheless, Michael J. Murphy smiled as he wrapped a wet towel round his throbbing head, for he had already decided upon his plan of campaign for regaining command of his ship, a coup for which he required no weapon more formidable than his native intelligence. As he sank groaning into the arms of Morpheus, however, even a Digger Indian would have realized that for the next two weeks the master of the Narcissus would be unable to defend himself against an old lady armed with a slipper. Nevertheless, the indomitable fellow, with the amazing optimism of his race, had already decided to attack and subdue, within four days, thirty-six husky male enemies ; which lends some color to the oft-repeated declaration that an Irishman fights best when he is on his back with his opponent feeling for his windpipe. When Michael J. Murphy awoke it was broad day light and Herr August Carl von Staden was standing over him. The supercargo was clad in an immaculate suit of white flannels and was looking as fresh as new paint. "Can it be possible?" Murphy queried in amazement. "Upon my word, friend pirate, I had flattered myself I d tucked you away for a couple of days at least." "The excellent Mr. Henckel tells me I was out for ten minutes from that solar-plexus blow you landed," Mr. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 75 von Staden replied in tones of mingled admiration and friendliness. "And of course you cannot see how sore my ribs feel. I take it rather ill of you to have kicked me." "Kicked you ! I wish I d killed you ! And, speaking of kicks, somebody certainly kicked me. Who was it?" "Upon recovering consciousness," the supercargo replied with some embarrassment, "I was overcome with fury. You were lying on the floor of your stateroom, where Mr. Schultz and Mr. Henckel had hurriedly tossed you so I came in and kicked you." "I never kicked you in the face," Murphy com plained. "No, but you flattened my nose with your code book." "Well, I ll admit a good smack on the nose does make a man mad. But you shot me in the shoulder. By the way, do your lungs hurt when you breathe, Dutchy?" "No. Do yours?" "A slight tickle. I think you caved in my super structure. Who jumped on me from the top of the house?" "The second mate." "He dislocated my shoulder. I can wiggle my fin gers, so I know it isn t a fracture. Suppose you take off your shoe, sit at the foot of my bed, put your foot under my right armpit and press, and at the same time pull on my right arm." "Delighted, I m sure," declared Herr von Staden in his charming Oxford accent, and forthwith snapped Michael J. Murphy s shoulder into place with great dexteritv. 76 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Thank you," the skipper answered, and wiped the beads of agony from his white face. "If you ll frisk my trousers over there on the settee you ll find the five thousand dollars you gave me to sell out my owners. I don t want it. I never intended to keep it. I was suspicious of you and your confounded cablegrams, and I had to have a reasonable excuse to go ashore and cable my owners for confirmation. The bribe furnished that excuse. I suppose you thought I d fallen for your game." "I must confess your attitude completely deceived me." "Thanks for the compliment. And now, if you don t mind, suppose you tell me something : Was it a German agent who put the bug in my ear about hiring the crew of that interned German liner in San Francisco?" "I greatly fear it was," von Staden answered smil ingly. "There is an old man who presides over the destinies of the Blue Star Navigation Company " "You mean Cappy Ricks?" "I believe that is the name. He has a reputation for being at once the most reckless spendthrift and the most painstaking money saver in the world. He is always preaching economy " "And well I know it. If he hadn t preached it, Cap tain Peasley would never have stood for this rabble your friends wished on me." The supercargo chuckled. "We wanted the largest vessel we could find," he explained; "and when it was reported to us that the Blue Star Navigation Com pany s Narcissus was going from San Francisco to the West Coast and thence to New York with nitrate, we decided to get her. We investigated you. Your GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 77 name is Michael J. Murphy; naturally we knew you were Irish ; and the Irish your kind of Irish are not sympathetic toward the cause of Merry England. The same held true of your chief engineer, Mr. Reardon. We knew of the passion of this interesting person, Cappy Ricks, for cutting down expenses. We knew you and Reardon were new to your jobs and would be likely to consider any reasonable plan for eliminat ing expense in your respective departments, in the hope of pleasing your employer. So the suggestion that you ship our people was made to you and Rear don, and you accepted it with alacrity. The rest was very easy. We got in touch with your New York agents through some friends of ours in very good standing there, and they were enabled to charter the ship merely by offering an extraordinary freight rate. They purchased the cargo of coal and sold it to us at a nice profit, and we depended on your national ani mosity and racial sympathy, seasoned with a liberal cash subsidy, to enable us to deliver it. We preferred to do the decent thing, but in the event that you proved unreasonable, we concluded it would be wise to have our own people aboard and take the vessel away from you. I admit we tried to trick you with the cablegrams. Why attempt to conceal the fact now? That was unsportsmanlike. However, if the fat is in the fire, as you Americans would say, you have put it there by forcing my hand." "Very cleverly done," quoth Michael J. Murphy. "I always admire brains wherever I find them." "Men in my line of endeavor are trained to provide for all conceivable emergencies, captain. I think I provided for all of them in the case under discussion. \ 78 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES Who, for instance, would conceive that you would have taken the trouble to call upon the American con sul for the cipher message that has caused all this unpleasant row and facial disfigurement?" "You have read the translation, of course? * "Naturally." "It is self-explanatory. You intend delivering my cargo somewhere off the south coast of Uruguay. May I be pardoned for expressing some curiosity as to your plans thereafter, my piratical friend?" "Please do not call me your piratical friend." "Well, you re a pirate, aren t you?" "Legally yes. Morally no. In times of national necessity one s patriotism one s duty to one s coun try excuses, in the minds of all fair men, the com mission of acts which ordinarily would bring about the deepest condemnation. I assure you that if we had had the faintest hope of doing business in a busi nesslike way with your owners, we should have been happy to pay almost any price for their ship, for she carries ten thousand tons of coal ; and you surely must realize, Captain Murphy, how limited is the number of ships suitable for our purpose under the American flag. We were desperate " "I believe Bethmann-Hollweg said something of the same nature with regard to Belgium," Murphy replied blandly. "A nation fighting for its life is a law unto itself, eh?" "Self-preservation is the first law of human nature," the supercargo replied. "All right. Then we understand each other. While I decline to terminate the war between August Carl von Staden and Michael Joseph Murphy, nevertheless CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 7 under the law you have just cited I believe I m entitled to breakfast. I m starved. I figured on having supper ashore lasjb night, but after I received that cablegram from my owners I forgot all about food. Now I m re membering. I wish you d send the steward in with about forty dollars worth of spoon victuals. My grinders are very loose." "Captain Murphy," his jailer declared, "do you know you are a very w r onderful man?" "All the Murphy s are. It runs in the blood, like a wooden leg." "I really regret that you are such a wonderful man. If you were not I d give you the liberty of the ship. As it is, I crave your pardon for keeping you a prisoner in your state-room. The exigencies of war, you know." "Don t mention it, Dutchy. For the second time I ask you: When you have delivered this cargo of coal, what do you intend to do with my ship?" "We will, in all probability, give you a new crew, and the present crew of the Narcissus will go aboard one of our warships and thus remove themselves from the reach of a possible indictment for piracy and mutiny on the high seas." "Where will you get a new crew for me?" "Our fleet has sunk a few British tramps in mid- ocean during the past sixty days. Naturally they re moved the crews first. These prisoners are in our way, and the admiral will welcome an opportunity to load them all aboard the empty Narcissus, for even prisoners of war must eat, and the stores aboard our fleet are more valuable than these captured seamen. In obedience to that first law of human nature they 80 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES will not object to working the Narcissus into the nearest South American port." "Well, that s comforting ; but for heaven s sake don t be too much of a hog with my cargo. Leave me enough of it to carry my ship to the nearest port. She burns about thirty-five tons a day you might get the statis tics from Reardon." "By all means, captain. Our capture of the Nar cissus is merely a deplorable national necessity. We would not lose her for you for anything." "How about a British cruiser picking her up before we make connections with your fleet?" Herr von Staden shrugged. "That," he replied, "would be the fortune of war." "It would look like the picture of misfortune to me. And how about the freight on this cargo you ve stolen ? Don t my owners get something out of this deal to help pay expenses? You re going to play as fair as you can with me, aren t you, Dutchy?" "By all means. However, you are evidently in doubt as to the real situation. Your charterers are respon sible to your owners for the freight money. If they do not pay it Mr. Gappy Ricks can sue them. As for the cargo, we have not stolen it, since one cannot steal that which one owns. We paid cash for this cargo before you cleared from Norfolk, for our go-between would take no risks whatsoever." "I see. Well, I suppose I ll have to grin and bear it. By the way, don t forget to take back your blood money. It s in my trousers pocket." Von Staden was genuinely distressed. "Are you quite certain you want me to do that?" he queried. "Five thousand dollars is quite a sum for a poor sea GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 81 captain to toss aside so contemptuously. Why not ac cept it as compensation for that broken rib, and that bullet I put through your left shoulder, the dislocated right shoulder, the loose teeth and the split lip? In fact, I am so certain five thousand dollars will not cover your personal injuries I am willing to be a sport and add something to the sum." Michael J. Murphy grinned rather a horrible grin it was, owing to his swollen lip and jaw. "Dutchy," he said, "listen to me: All the money in the world couldn t make me be untrue to my salt. And if you have any lingering notion that I m not going to collect a million dollars worth of satisfaction for the way -you ve acted aboard my ship, I can only say that as a fortune-teller you ll never earn enough money to keep yourself in cigarettes. You say you have been trained to provide for all conceivable emergencies, so I m advising you, as a friend, to brace yourself for the surprise of your life before you re a week older. Have you pondered the possibility of sudden death aboard the S.S. Narcissus?" "Certainly. Should we be overhauled by a British cruiser I should take a short cut to eternity. One naturally dislikes the thought of being hanged for a pirate. It would be a reflection on one s family. As for sudden death by violence at the hands of any mem ber of the crew of this steamship, I should be willing to risk quite a sum of money that no such tragedy will be enacted." "Just why?" "Well, you ll be safe in this stateroom until I am ready to turn your command back to you, and a man with two shoulders in the condition of yours is hardly 82 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES likely to try battering down this stout state-room door." "Correct. And I m a trifle too thick in the middle to think of crawling through the state-room window." "And if," the supercargo continued, "you have any idea of calling the engine-room on that speaking tube and soliciting aid from Mr. Reardon, please be advised that for the present Mr. Reardon has been relieved from duty in the engine-room." "So you ve got Reardon locked up, too?" Murphy queried. "Well ! Well ! I d hate to think of being locked up and that man Reardon free. However, you need not have worried. I d die before I d ask that fellow for help and he d die before he d give it." "So I understand from the first mate. However, I thought it prudent to guard against a temporary truce and an alliance for the common interest." "Dutchy," said the skipper, "you re pretty smart." Von Staden smiled most companionably. "I also took the precaution to remove some weapons from your apartment." "Take anything from me, Dutchy, except my honor, my pipe and tobacco, and my ship. Take any one of those four, however, and may the Lord have mearcy on your soul. Please hand me that book entitled Back- wood s Surgery till I see what s good for a broken rib ; then send the steward for my breakfast order. After that well, after that you might make your will, Dutchy." "I did that in Pernambuco," the delightful Herr von Staden replied, "so your advice is wasted." He handed the skipper the book on surgery and went out, carefully locking the door behind him. He returned CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 83 presently and stood beside the steward, who thrust his head through the state-room window and desired to know the captain s choice of breakfast. "A bowl of mush and milk, three soft-boiled eggs and a pot of coffee. No toast. Hurry!" When the steward returned with the order he was accompanied by Mr. Schultz, the first mate. The sight of the traitor threw Mike into a furious rage. "Mr. Schultz," he said ominously, "the things I m going to do to you would make the devil blush." "So?" Mr. Schultz replied soothingly. "I m going to hang von Staden. He s a pirate, and the rule of the Seven Seas is that a skipper hangs a pirate whenever he can lay hands on him. And you know me, Mr. Schultz. I m a devil for etiquette aboard ship. As for you, you re only guilty of mutiny, so I ll content myself with tricing you up to the shrouds and flogging you with a cat soaked in brine." And so on, ad libitum, ad infinitum. Mr. Schultz was frankly mystified. Being a German, he did not understand the Irish, although in view of the fact that during the war he had room in his head for but one thing the Fatherland perhaps the skipper might have pardoned his mate the glance of contempt and utter disgust which the latter now bent upon him. Here was a man, Mr. Schultz told himself, who, having stipulated his price and struck a bargain, had demon strated beyond cavil that he was not a gentleman, for he had refused to stay bought. More, he had basely attacked his benefactor. "So?" he repeated. "Out, you blackguard, and leave me alone !" Murphy yelled. 84 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "It iss an order dot I stay und see dot der steward shall mayg no conversations vatsoefer," Mr. Schultz declared firmly. "Verboten, eh?" sneered the skipper. He had once been to Hamburg, and naturally he had acquired the word most commonly used in the German language. "Ja," Mr. Schultz replied placidly, but with an air of finality that left no room for further argument. CHAPTER XII In the course of the afternoon, having 1 chewed the bitter cud of reflection and reviewed his situation from every possible angle, Mike Murphy came to the conclusion that, for all Terence Reardon s religious backsliding, he might be fairly honest in money matters and possessed of a sense of loyalty where his owners in terests were concerned. Also, having found Herr von Staden bluffing in one instance it occurred to the cap tain he might be discovered bluffing in another so he resolved to investigate. Accordingly at an hour when he knew Terence should be in the engine room he took up the speaking-tube at the head of his bed and blew into it. But no shrill whistle signalled his desire in the engine room, and though Michael blew until he was red in the face and his lips hurt him cruelly, reluct antly he came to the conclusion that Herr August Carl von Staden had the situation very well in hand and Terence Reardon in the latter s state-room under lock and key. He was right in one particular: von Staden had the situation very well in hand, but he did not have Terence Reardon under lock and key. Murphy had been balked in making connections with the unsuspecting Terence for the reason that a little ball of cotton waste had very carefully been tucked into the engine-room howler a few inches at the back of the whistle at the chief s end of the tube. Hence, in the event that one sought to whistle 85 \ 86 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES up the other, he merely wasted his breath. Having learned, on the very excellent authority of both men in the case, that they despised each other and were not on speaking terms, von Staden decided that the chance of Terence Reardon s listening to Michael J. Murphy s tale of piracy and mutiny was so vague as to be almost negligible. However, he was painstaking and careful in all things and never ran any unnecessary risks ; con sequently, just to be on the safe side, he had instructed the first assistant to plug the speaking-tube leading to the skipper s room. And in order to discourage the captain from seeking an interview with the chief, von Staden had told the former that the chief was a prisoner. Mr. Reardon was too important a personage to be deprived of his liberty when nothing was to be gained by such action. If he could be kept in ignorance of the state of affairs aboard the Narcissus, he would con tinue to attend to business ; if the worst came to the worst his friendship would be a better asset than his hatred. If he grew suspicious and demanded a show down, Herr von Staden would give it to him without reservation and stuff his mouth with gold ; then, if the chief declined to listen to reason, it would be time enough to lock him up. While the supercargo would not hesitate to sacrifice his life, his liberty, or his honor for his country, he was nevertheless desirous of being a gentleman if accorded the opportunity. And it must be admitted he had found Mr. Reardon amusing and vastly entertaining, for the very first night aboard, after Mr. Schultz had introduced him to the chief and he had presented the latter with a good cigar, Mr. Reardon, under the spell of the witchery cast by the CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 8T sea and the night, had sat on deck and told the German wonderful tales of the fairies in Ireland this while the skipper was ashore. In particular he told von Staden the tale of the fairy queen with the iron hand. "Her hand," said Terence, "was as beautiful as ye d find in a day s thravel, an twas herself that d dhrive men crazy afther wan look at her. An she was good to the poor, but divil a bit av love did she have for a redcoat. Whin she d take human form an a bowld buck av a British dragoon would come making love to her, tis hrfself would say to him: Captain, alannah, would ye oblige me wit a dhrink av wather? An whin he turrned to dhraw the wather, she d breathe on her hand like that an immejiately twould turn to iron an wit wan blow she d knock his brains out. Sure they found the bodies all over Ireland, but divil a man, woman, or child could they ever convict av the murrder. For why? Why, sure, the minute she d killed a red coat she d breathe on her hand ag in, an immejiately twas flesh an blood ag in!" No, decidedly it would not do to imprison this ex cellent fellow. Von Staden had read fairy tales as a boy, but never had he met a man who could tell them like Terence Reardon. A hard-headed, highly in telligent chief engineer of a big tramp steamer telling tales of the fairies! Von Staden couldn t understand it. It was so childish and yet there was nothing childish about Terence Reardon. The German won dered if Terence Reardon believed in the fairies and finally he asked him point-blank if he did; whereupon Terence turned a solemn eye upon him and replied: "Why, av course I do not. Do you think I m a blubber- jack av a bhoy? But isn t it pleasant to talk 88 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES about thim whilst wan has nothing betther to do? Sure, whin I m lonely at night I think up new fairy tales to tell to the childhren whin I come home from a v yage." So that was the Irish of it! Strangely enough it did not occur to the practical German that an indi vidual with an imagination like that, on such an expedi tion as the present, was the most dangerous person imaginable to be given the freedom of the ship. So passed twelve days and nights. Mr. Schultz kept in his pocket the key to the captain s state-room, and consequently was always present when the little cockney steward brought the prisoner his meals, tidied up the state-room and made up the captain s bed. The captain spent most of his time lying on his uninjured side and remained very quiet, for the fractured rib, which had received no attention, was causing him a great deal of suffering. Neither did the bullet wound in his shoulder heal cleanly, for the reason, unknown to the captain, that the bullet had carried with it into the muscle a fragment of Michael J. s undershirt. However, his physical sufferings were as nothing compared with those he experienced mentally. He had hoped to be in fair fighting condition within a week at the latest. Wrapped in paper and tucked away in the back of the ship s safe he had a silver-hilted stiletto he had taken civeay from a cutthroat who had tried to rob him once in Valparaiso and with this weapon he had planned to cut away the lock on the state-room door. And once outside What Michael J. Murphy did not know was that when one has dislocated one s shoulder one will do very little wood-carving during the three subsequent weeks. It almost broke the skipper s heart to think he had CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 89 made a threat in good faith and was balked from making it good. During this entire period Mr. Reardon was going about his duties as usual, in absolute ignorance of the state of affairs about the ship, for he was an inno cent, trustful sort of fellow, and to a born romanticist like Terence the fairy tale which Mr. Schultz had spun at breakfast the morning after leaving Pernambuco was not at all difficult of assimilation. It appeared ac cording to Mr. Schultz that the skipper had gone ashore for a night of roystering, and upon returning to the ship about midnight, in a wild state of intoxica tion, had become involved in an altercation with the launchman over the fare. In the resultant battle the skipper, in his helpless condition, was being terribly beaten by the vicious Pernambucan; hence one could scarcely blame him for drawing a pistol and shooting the launchman fatally, according to Mr. Schultz. Of course, after that, to have lingered longer inside the three-mile limit would have been sheer insanity, so Mr. Schultz, taking matters into his own hands, had uphooked and skipped with doused lights from the jurisdiction of the Pernambuco police. "And how did the skipper come out of all this?" Mr. Reardon had inquired anxiously. "He iss in rodden shape," Mr. Schultz had declared. "Von of hiss angles vos brogen, und he vos cut mid a knive preddy deeb, but noddings to worry aboud. Der only drouble iss der dooty of navigading der shib falls double on der segond mate und me." Make him pay ye over-time out av his own wages, the wurthless vagabone!" Mr. Reardon had urged. "May he walk wit a limp for the rest av his days 90 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES bad cess to him! I ve a notion, Misther Schultz, that lad ll never comb his hair grey." Mr. Schultz nodded lugubriously; then he glanced up and caught the little cockney steward staring at him so balefully, that he realized he must have speech in private with the steward. Consequently he lingered at table until Mr. Reardon finished his breakfast and went below ; whereupon Mr. Schultz intimated to the steward, in his direct blunt fashion, that for the remainder of the voyage, Riggins for that was the steward s name was to consider himself deaf, dumb and blind; the penalty for reconsideration within the hearing of Mr. Reardon being a swift and immediate excursion, per sonally conducted by Mr. Schultz, to Davy Jones s locker! Following this earnest exhortation, Riggins, never a robust person mentally or physically, came abruptly to the conclusion that this was one of those occasions w r here silence, if not exactly golden, was at least to be preferred to great riches. CHAPTER XIII It may appear strange that during the days and nights Michael J. Murphy lay on his bed of pain Terence Reardon did not once pass the little open window of the skipper s state-room. Not, however, that the latter watched for him, for he did not. He believed that Reardon, like himself, was a prisoner; although, had the chief passed the window and had the captain observed his passing, the complacence of Herr von Staden and his patriotic company would have received a jar much earlier in the voyage. Unfortunately, however, for Murphy s plans, the chief s stateroom was located in the after part of the house and on the side opposite the skipper s, and fol lowing their brief spat through the speaking-tube, Terence Reardon had confined himself exclusively to his engine-room and that portion of the ship along which he must of necessity pass when going to and from his state-room. He told himself it was the part of wisdom for one of his ferocious temper to avoid the occasions of sin. Certainly it would be hard to pass the skipper s state-room without looking in, particularly since in these warm latitudes the door would probably be open; for should the skipper be within at the time, they would peradventure scowl at each other, and he is a fool indeed who cannot foretell the future when a thousand generations of natural enemies exchange "the black look." Terence remembered his boy Johnny, a youth 91 92 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES who, according to Mrs. Reardon, should never be a marine engineer, but the finest lawyer that ever pouched a fat fee. And there was Mary Agnes and Catherine Bertram. Next year they would begin taking piano lessons, and in the fullness of time, no matter how hard the pull, both should go to the state university and acquire the education made to fit their father s head, but by force of circumstances denied him. And at the thought Terence looked at his hard black hands and set himself resolutely to face a life sentence of rattling ash hoists, roaring furnaces and the soft sucking sounds of the pistons. Two hundred dollars a month and the union scale was a hundred and fifty ! Ah, no, he dared not trifle with that job. He must, at all hazard, avoid friction with the skipper, for what would Mrs. Reardon say if Cappy Ricks forced him to roll the bones with Mike Murphy one flop and high man out? Mr. Reardon could close his eyes and see Mike Murphy roll out a "stiff," while with trembling hand the Reardon rolled five sixes ! The Narcissus had been out of Pernambuco harbor four days before Mr. Reardon, upon comparing the sun which all are agreed rises in the east with the direc tion in which the ship was headed, and then extracting the cube root of the resultant product, and subtracting it from the longtitude and latitude of the Cape of Good Hope, decided that there must be something wrong with Mr. Schultz s navigation. So he spoke to Mr. Schultz about it, and was laughingly informed that they were traveling on a great circle. Thereupon Mr. Reardon remembered that at sea a ship traveling on the arc of a great circle, for some mysterious reason repudiates the old geometrical theorem that a straight line is the CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 93 shortest distance between two points. He recalled that vessels plying between San Francisco and Yokohama describe a great circle which brings them well up toward the Aleutian Islands. So he was satisfied with the ex planation, this being his first voyage into the South At lantic anyhow ; but heicontinued to observe the sun each morning, and still the vessel s head held far to the south. A suspicion that all was not as it should be slowly settled in Mr. Reardon s head, and though he said nothing, he used his eyes and ears. A dozen times a day, as the ship rolled steadily south, he was tempted to take down the speaking tube and confide his suspi cions to the master, confined in his state-room by reason of deep but not serious knife wounds. Each time he was on the point of yielding, however, he remembered that Mike Murphy had called him a renegade so he refrained. The installation of the wireless plant and the pres ence aboard the ship of Herr*von Staden had failed to arouse his suspicions the first day out. True, the wireless could not have been connected with the electric light plant below without Mr. Reardon s knowledge and consent, but when he asked Mr. Schultz about it the latter replied that Gappy Ricks must have changed his mind about installing wireless on the Narcissus, for he had cabled to the agents of the charterers in Pernam- buco to have a wireless plant and a competent operator waiting for the vessel upon arrival. It was Mr. Schultz s opinion that the owners had evidently arrived at the conclusion that it was wise to have a wireless aboard during war times. Personally, Mr. Schultz ap proved of the innovation. So did Terence Reardon, for that matter. He found 94 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES the new wireless operator a charming fellow, possessed of talents far superior to those of the young men who ordinarily pound the brass at sea. Indeed, after the second day out, Mr. Reardon would have been heartbroken had anything happened to that wireless. For Herr August Carl von Staden sat at the key al most continuously, eavesdropping on the war news, and Mr. Reardon never came to the wireless room that the operator did not have some news of an overwhelming British defeat! As the voyage proceeded, however, and Mr. Rear- don s mind grew a trifle uneasy, reluctantly he began to view Herr von Staden and the wireless with appre hension. He asked the affable operator how much the Marconi company charged the Narcissus for his ser vices and the rental of the wireless plant, and von Staden, momentarily stumped, replied that the tariff was two hundred dollars a month ; whereupon Reardon knew he lied, for the charge is one hundred and forty. The German, realizing instantly that he was not on the target, added : "That is, for a first-grade operator and a plant like this. Of course we furnish cheaper operators and less powerful plants, Mr. Reardon." "Oh! So that s the way av it?" the chief replied, and immediately went to his state-room for the purpose of thinking it over. Eventually he came to the con clusion that all was not as it should be, but that, never theless, it was no affair of his. He was paid to obey signals given him from the bridge. " Tis no business av mine, afther all," he solilo quized. "For why should I be puttin dogs in windows ? He s paid to navigate the ship, an didn t Cappy Ricks tell me to mind me own business? And yet, there s CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 95 something wrong in this ship. I feel it in me bones." He felt it with a force that was almost violent when Mr. Schultz called down through the speaking-tube late one afternoon and told him to put her under a dead- slow bell. That meant they were practically heaving to, and steamers only heave to at sea in fine weather when they have reached a certain longitude and lati tude and plan to keep an appointment. On the instant there was a strong odor of rat in Terence Reardon s engine room, but his "Very well, sir," contained no hint of his surprise and suspicion. He gave his orders to the firemen to bank the fires, and when this had been done he informed his engine-room crew that they might all go on deck for five minutes and get a breath of fresh air. Nothing loath, they scrambled up the steel stairway and the instant the last man was out of earshot Terence Reardon sprang to the speaking-tube to whistle up the skipper in his room. Now, undoubtedly the cool and calculating Herr August Carl von Staden had been carefully trained to take into consideration, when planning his strategy, every conceivable contingency that might possibly arise. It is probable that the German secret service never turned out a more finished graduate than Herr von Staden; but the fact remains, nevertheless, that there are certain contingencies over which no human being has control. One of these is Newton s law of gravita tion; another, an equally immutable law to the effect that water will seek its own level; a third, the vindic- tiveness of an outraged Irishman; and a fourth, the very natural tendency of any man, not excepting Mr. Terence Reardon, to be profoundly surprised and in tensely curious when certain phenomena, which we shall 96 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES now proceed to explain, take place in the engine room where he is chief. Michael J. Murphy, having only the day before again essayed the task of whistling up the engine room, and having, by reason of the ball of cotton waste with which the tube had been plugged by the first assistant engineer, again failed to receive the courtesy of a reply from any one, had, to put it mildly, been annoyed. "Very well, my bullies," he soliloquized as he hung up the tube, "you wouldn t speak to me when I wanted to speak to you ; so now the first time one of you wants to speak to me I ll hand you a surprise, and I ll hand it to you right in the mouth." And forthwith Michael J. had carefully poured down the speaking tube the con tents of the basin in which he had just made his morn ing ablutions ! He longed to do something nasty, and he succeeded admirably. As we have already remarked, water seeks its own level. It ran down the speaking-tube until it encoun tered the cotton waste plug; whereupon, due to the hydrostatic pressure, the plug gave way and was forced down to the tightly closed mouth of the tube, and the suds backed up behind it. It was pretty warm in the engine room, and most of the water had evap orated by the time Terence Reardon took down the looped tube and opened it for the purpose of putting his lips to the mouthpiece and blowing heartily through it. However, there was about a gill of water left in the tube. Now, as everybody knows, water running down a slope of seventy-five or eighty degrees comes rather fast. Consequently Mr. Reardon had no time to dodge. Why be squeamish? He got a mouthful and was CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 97 very nauseated for half a minute. Also he cursed, we regret to record, and was very, very angry. Carefully he drained the devilish tube, wiped it clean with some fresh waste, and racked his brain for the right thing to say to Michael J. Murphy. Finally he hit upon some thing he concluded would about fill the bill, so he put his lips to the mouthpiece once more and whistled up the skipper. To his surprise, however, his breath didn t seem to get anywhere: in fact, it was directed back in his face rather forcefully; so he investigated and dis covered the mouthpiece was only half open. Upon en deavoring to open it fully he sensed an obstruction in the back of it, so lie unscrewed the mouthpiece and drew forth a ball of dirty, sour-smelling cotton waste. He gazed a moment in speechless wonder. Then: "I ll whistle that dirrty Tomfool, until he answers me in self-defense," he announced to the main motor, and forthwith blew a mighty blast. Almost instantly Michael J. Murphy yelled: "Hullo!" "Murphy," Terence Reardon announced calmly and very distinctly, "you re a contimptible dhrunken ape!" "Holy Moses ! Reardon, is that you?" the astounded Murphy demanded. "It is as you ll discover whin you re able to come on deck an give me the satisfaction I ll demand for the dirrty dab av wather an* cotton waste you put in the tube, knowin that the firrst time I took it down to spheak to you, ye blackguard, in the line av djooty which is the only reason I would spheak to you I d get it full in the mouth. Ye dirrty, lyin*, schamin*, dhrunken murrderer !" He paused to let that stream of adjectival oppro brium sink in. Silence. Then: 98 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "I poured the contents of my washbasin in the tube, I ll admit, but I did not plug it with cotton waste. One of your assistants did that, chief, and as for the water, as God is my judge, I didn t intend it for you " "Who else would ye be afther insultin* if it wasn t me? Are ye not friendly wit me assistants? * "Forgive me, Reardon, and listen to what I m going to tell you." And then the tale was told. When it was done Terence Reardon grunted. "I knew it!" he said. "I knew it! I felt in me bones there was something wrong aboard this ship. An so ye were not dhrunk an disordherly at Pernam- buco?" "The liars! Did they tell you that? Reardon, it s only the mercy of heaven they didn t murder me. I m lying here, helpless and crippled in my state-room, with the key turned in the lock. They ve stolen my ship from me, and I can tell by the roll of her she s prac tically hove to under a dead-slow bell this minute. We ve reached the rendezvous we re waiting for the German fleet to deliver the coal; and oh, man, man, if we re caught by a British cruiser we ll lose the ship ! They ll confiscate her, chief. Wirra ! W T irra !" he cried, breaking into the forgotten wail of his childhood. "How can I ever face Matt Peasley and Cappy Ricks after this? Reardon, man, they ll think we stood in with the Germans and let them do it. We re both Irish they know we re both pro-German " "What s that you said?" Terence demanded sharply. "Me pro-German. Me? I was pro-German yis wanst!" CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 99 Fell a silence. Now, for the benefit of the uninitiated, be it known that there is a certain curse employed by the Irish and by no other race on earth. Whenever you hear an Irishman employ it, you know instantly provided, of course, you are Irish yourself just what kind of Irish that Irishman is. You cannot mistake it. There is no possible chance. It is only brought forth with the dust of the centuries on it, so to speak, to grace a fitting occasion. Terence Reardon felt that such an occasion was now at hand. As naturally, as inevitably, therefore, as the suds ran down the speak ing-tube, that curse climbed up it softly, distinctly, and with a wealth of feeling in the back of it : "God put the curse av Crummle on thim !" Mr. Reardon, of course, referred to the late Oliver Cromwell. Any one who has ever read the sorry history of Erin knows what the amiable Oliver did to the Irish. Consequently such an one will have no difficulty in esti mating the precise proportions of bad luck Terence Reardon prayed might be the immediate heritage of the crew of the S.S. Narcissus. Michael J. Murphy blinked rapidly, for all the world as if Mr. Schultz had entered at that moment and struck him a terrific blow on top of the head. A more dazed Irishman than he never threw an ancient egg or a defunct cat at an alleged Celtic comedian with green whiskers. He was absolutely staggered but not for long. The Irish come back very quickly. "Shame on you, Terence Reardon!" he declared. "And you with a Masonic ring on your finger." "Glory be!" cried the delighted Terence. "Sure are you wan av us?" 100 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "One of you !" Mike Murphy fairly shrieked. "The minute I m out of this room you ll apologize or fight for thinking I m a renegade." "Naboclishr laughed Terence Reardon, slipping into the Gaelic and out again. "The divil a Mason am I! Sure that ring ye saw on me finger that day in the office av the owners belonged to me second assistant in the Arab. He d lost it in the engine room, an* a mont* afther he d left I found it. Not knowin* what ship he was in, twas me intintion to take the ring over to the Marine Engineers Association an lave it for him wit the secreth ry ; and to make sure I wouldn t forget it I put it on me finger " "Well, you knew, Terence, that with the likes of me round you d not be liable to forget it," Mike Mur phy laughed. "As for you, ye divil," Terence continued, "faith, what wit yer English tweeds an the fancy cut av thim, an* yer lack av the brogue an* the broad a av ye, I thought, begorra, ye were a dirrty Far Down! God love ye, Michael, but tis the likes av you I m proud to be ship-mates wit ." "But you said you were from Belfast, Terence." "So I am. I was borrn there, but me parents- the Lord *a merrcy on their sowls moved back to Kerry." "Terence !" "What is it, Michael, me poor lad?" "Do you ever drink on duty? I don t mean with your superiors The chief chuckled. He knew what Murphy was alluding to. "I do," he replied, "wit me equals." " Tis a pity, Terence, that man Schultz has the CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 101 key to my state-room in his pocket. Now if you could manage to tap that Dutchman on the head with some thing hard and heavy, take the key out of his pocket and throw him overboard, you could let me out of this purgatory I m in. Then I wouldn t be surprised if the sight of me and the absence of Mr. Schultz would put a bit of heart in that little cockney steward and may be he d bring a drink to hearten you for what s ahead of you this night." "An what might that be, avic?" Terence demanded. "I want you to steal the ship back from them, Ter- ence." "Very well, Michael. Tis not a small thing ye ask me to do, but the divil a more willin man could ye find to ask. Have ye figured out the plan av cam paign? Sure what wit the suddenness av it all I m all in a shweat wit excitement." "You may be cold enough before morning, Terry, my boy." "Bad luck to you, Michael! Dyin is wan thing I cannot afford to do, although be the same token they tell me ould Ricks has a kind shpot in the heart av him for the widow an the orphan particularly av thim that dies in his service! As I say, I cannot afford to get kilt, but in back av that ag in I cannot afford to lose the best job I ever had. An afther all, tis a poor man that won t fight for a fine, kind gentleman " "Damn the fine, kind gentleman! It serves him right for letting us get into this fix. He can afford the loss of the ship, but you and I, Terence Reardon, cannot afford the loss of our honor and self-respect. For the sake of the blood that s in us we can t afford to let a lot of Dutchmen steal our ship and cargo." 102 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Whist !" Reardon warned. "Hurry up. Me crew is comin below ag in." "Make it a point to pass by my state-room window after dark. You ll find a scrap of paper on the sill. Help yourself to it." "Faith, I will," Mr. Reardon promised fervently, and the tube closed with a click. CHAPTER XIV Terence Reardon s preparations for the night s work began the instant he hung up the speaking-tube. The Narcissus carried three assistant engineers, in consequence of which Mr. Reardon was not required to stand a watch unless he so elected; although from force of habit acquired in the days when he had been chief of the Arab a little three- thousand-ton tramp and perforce had to stand a regular watch, he found it very difficult not to spend at least eight hours in every twenty-four in the engine room. When, event ually, he came to a realization that his job was not to make the engines behave, but to see that they be haved properly, he spent more of his time on deck, and put in only a few hours below during the watch of the third assistant engineer the third assistant being a young man in whom the chief reposed exactly that degree of confidence a chief engineer should always repose in a third assistant. Mr. Reardon, therefore, was at liberty to leave the engine-room whenever he felt so disposed ; and following his illuminating conver sation with the captain he felt very much disposed to leave immediately. He went first to his state-room, where he bathed, changed into new under-clothes and socks, donned a freshly laundered suit of faded dungarees old, faded, well-washed dungarees, by the way, always appearing neater and cleaner than new ones and shaved; for if 103 104. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES Providence willed it that he should die to-night. Mr. Reardon was resolved to be in such a highly sanitary condition that "those upon whom should devolve the melanchoty duty of laying him out" which phrase, in the Hibernian sense, means those who should dispose his limbs, close his eyes, tie up his black jowls with a towel and fold his hands alas, so white in death, at last! across his still breast might be moved to re mark that, notwithstanding the nature of the de ceased s vocation, they could not recall ever having seen a cleaner corpse. Having attended to his pre-dissolution toilet, Mr. Reardon next sat in at his littered desk, swept a space clear of tobacco crumbs, ashes, pipes and some old copies of the Cork Eagle, and sat down to write a farewell letter to his wife, hoping that, even though his enemies should slay him, yet would they have suffi cient respect for the dead to mail that letter to Mrs. Reardon. And, in order that he might not anger his posthumous benefactors, he mentioned nothing of the state of affairs aboard the ship. He merely stated that she might never see him again, in which event she was to call upon the owners and ask them to invest for her the proceeds of his life insurance policy, since they could and would invest it to better advantage than she. Then he spoke of his grief at the thought of the children being forced to forego their college edu cation and suggested that she ask Gappy Ricks to give Johnny a place in his office; also, should the owners offer anything as compensation for the loss of her husband, she was to accept it, for, as God was his judge, she would be entitled to it ! This last sentence Terence underscored for emphasis; that was as close GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 105 as he came to saying that if he died it would be in de fense of his owner s interest. Then he commended her to the comfort of her religion and subscribed him self: "Your loving and devoted husband, Terence P. Reardon, Chief Engineer S.S. Narcissus." Having set his small affairs in order against a hasty exit from this vale of hatreds, Mr. Reardon, in uncon scious imitation of all the condemned men who had pre ceded him on the voyage across the Styx, repaired to the dining saloon and partook of a hearty meal. He realized he had undertaken a contract that would re quire the employment of weapons more formidable than his hard fists, and devoutly he wished that, like the fairy queen, he had but to breathe on them to metamor phose them into pig iron. He pictured the slaughter aboard the Narcissus when he should wade into the conflict. Finally he made up his mind that, in lieu of an iron hand or two, he would use his favorite monkey wrench, for he had no firearms whatsoever; although, had somebody presented him with a one-man machine gun with full directions for using, Mr Reardon would have recoiled in horror from it. Firearms were highly dangerous. They killed so many people ! He left the table long before the others had finished. There was no one on deck as he emerged from the dining saloon, so he walked leisurely round past the captain s cabin, whistling the "Cruiskeen Lawn" to let Mike Murphy know who was coming. Evidently Mi chael assimilated the hint, for there was an envelope on the little window sill as Terence hove abreast of it. He snatched it swiftly away and continued round to his own state-room. The envelope contained Michael J. Murphy s plan 106 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES for campaign worked out to the most minute detail, by reason of his absolute knowledge of the customs aboard the ship. Mr. Reardon read the remarkable document and sat lost in admiration; a twinkle leaped to his eyes and a cunning, rather deadly little smile came sneaking round the corners of his broad chin. "Arrah, but tis a beautiful schame," he soliloquized. "Who but that lad could have fought av it? An here I ve been shpendin the past two hours borrowin* trou ble." He read and reread the plan of attack, in order to familiarize himself with the details; then he held a match to the document and destroyed it. He con sidered a moment, and then performed a similar service to his farewell letter to Mrs. Reardori, for the chief engineer of the S.S. Narcissus, of San Francisco, had made up his mind not to die to-night! CHAPTER XV Mr, Schultz, the first assistant, and Mr. von Staden were engaged in coffee and repartee when Terence Rear- don thrust his head in at the dining saloon window. He was mildly excited. "Be the Great Gun av Athlone !" he declared. "I ve just been bit be a bedbug an I fought there wasn t a bedbug in the ship !" Mr. Schultz looked up, horrified. "Chieve," he said, "dot is rodden news. Bedbugs! Ach!" "An well you may Ach, Misther Schultz. Let a colony av bedbugs move into the Narcissus an Terence P. Reardon will move out. There s only wan thing to do, Misther Schultz, an that is to tackle the divils before we re overwhelmed be the weight av numbers. Have ye a bit av sulphur in yer shtore-room, Misther Schultz the kind that comes in balls an is used to burrn in shtate-rooms to kill bedbugs ?" When Terence Reardon put that innocent query to the first mate he knew very well Mr. Schultz would reply in the negative which he did for the reason that Michael J. Murphy had privately informed Mr. Reardon that the little cockney steward, Riggins, had charge of the bedbug ammunition. Riggins, who had been standing with his back against the wall, eyeing Mr. Schultz sourly, now spoke up and said he had some sulphur. "More power to ye, Riggins !" Mr. Reardon declared 107 108 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES heartily. "Then do ye, like the good lad, give me two or three balls av it. I ll burn them in me shtate-room to-night, wit the door an window locked, an be morrn- in sorra bedbug will be left alive." "Very well, sir," Riggins replied. "Might Hi arsk, Mr. Reardon, where you hintend passin* the night ?" "I ll shleep in me auld aisy-chair abaft the house an* next the funnel, where I ll be snug an warrm," Mr. Reardon replied, for he desired an excuse to be on deck all night without arousing the suspicions of Mr. Schultz or von Staden. The steward, having finished serving those who ate in the dining saloon, stepped out on deck and started for his own room. Mr. Reardon remained by the win dow a minute, discoursing on the curse of bedbugs aboard a ship, and then with a sigh followed the steward leisurely. Mr. Schultz appeared undecided whether or not to accompany him in the capacity of censor, but finally concluded to remain and finish his coffee, for if Riggins had decided to enlighten the chief as to the real reason for the skipper s indisposition he had had frequent opportunity to do so during the past ten days. It did not seem likely, therefore, that he \vould run any risks at this late date. To Mr. Schultz, Riggins appeared to be a man who could be depended upon to remember which side his bread was buttered on and who supplied the butter. Arrived at the steward s state-room, Mr. Reardon helped himself to the entire box of bedbug exterminator and addressed Riggins very briefly : "Riggins, ye re a child av Johnny Bull, are ye not?" Riggins, without the slightest trace of embarrass ment, admitted his disgrace. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 109 "An* bein what ye are," Mr. Reardon continued, "would ye do somethin av great binifit to England?" Riggins replied that inasmuch as he had lost two brothers at the Battle of the Marne, that ought to indicate bally well where the Riggins tribe stood on the subject of defense of the realm. "Good!" Mr. Reardon murmured. "Even if mis guided in their pathriotic motives, shtill yer brothers were brave min, an for that I respect thim. Now, thin, Riggins, ye rabbit, listen to me: In a momint av surpassin innocince Captain Murphy an mesilf swal lowed a cute suggestion from a lad whose back I ll break in two halves whin the Narcissus gets back to San Francisco. Why not save expinse, says he, an ship the crew av this German liner that s interned over in Richardson s Bay? Riggins, to make a long shtory short, we have thim this minute, an the dear God knows that even if shipped at the German scale av wages that gang ll prove a dear crew to the Blue Star Navigation Company if you an I, Riggins, fail to do our djooty. They ve half murdered the captain, shtolen the ship an cargo from him, an run her t ou- sands av miles off her course to deliver the coal to the German fleet." "Oh, my bloody ol Aunt Maria !" gasped the horri fied Riggins. "What I want to know from you, Riggins, is this: Will ye help me shteal the ship back to-night? We re runnin almost due south, an that good-for-nothin von Staden has been in communication wit the fleet all day long. I feel it in me bones. If we get the ship back we ll head due west for the coast av South America an hug the three-mile limit an* the devil llO CAPPY RICKS RETIRES scoort them thin. Riggins, ye gossoon, what for the cause av Merry England? They wouldn t take ye for a gift in the British Arrmy, for I doubt if ye d weigh ninety pounds soakin 5 wet an* a rock in yer hand, but for all that, here s an iligant opporchunity for ye to serrye yer counthry, an should worrd av yer brave action reach the king bad cess to him he may call ye Sir Thomas Riggins an make ye consul-general av the Cannibal Islands. "Out wit it, Riggins. Yer king an counthry calls ye, an be the same token so do Michael J. Murphy an Terence P. Reardon. What ll ye give, Riggins, to preserve the seas to Britain?" "Me eart s blood, that s wot!" Riggins replied quietly. "I accept the sacrifice in the name av His Majesty, King Jarge ! Be on deck at ten o clock sharp, waitin close undher the shtarboard companion leadin to the bridge. Whin I come out on the shtarboard ind av the bridge an whistle O Donnell Abu, do ye " "S help me, chief, I never card of the blighter be fore," Riggins interrupted. "God forgive me!" Mr. Reardon murmured sotto voce. "I ll have to do it. Well, thin, Riggins, whin I come out on the shtarboard ind av the bridge an whistle God Save the King troth, I ll gamble that s one blighter ye ve hearrd tell av do ye run up into the pilot-house an take the wheel. I ll not whistle until we have the deck to ourselves, wit out fear av intherrup- tion, an ye must come quick an take the wheel, else the vessel ll fall off into the trough av the sea an 5 commince to wallow which same ll wake up the second bring him an von Staden on deck to see GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 111 what s wrong wit her. An* until I m ready to call on those lads I m not wishful to have them call on me! Remimber, Riggins: Wan jump an ye re into the pilot-house; then howld her head up to the sea an lave the rest to me. Gwan wit ye now, or that skut, Schultz, will be gettin suspicious av us." When Mr. Schultz came along ten minutes later he found Mr. Reardon very busy calking with oakum the cracks round the door and window of his state-room, through which little wisps of yellow smoke were curling. Mr. Schultz was so completely deceived that he hurried round to his own quarters and pawed over his own mattress and bedding in a vain search for bedbugs. CHAPTER XVI At eight o clock Mr. Schultz relieved the second mate on the bridge, and five minutes later Terence Reardon, for the first time invaded that forbidden terri tory. "Bad cess to me!" he complained plaintively. "I m the picthur av bad luck. I ve a leaky connection below an divil a bit av red lead. Could ye lind me a dab av red lead from yer shtore-room, Misther Schultz?" Mr. Schultz marvelled that any man could force his mind to dwell on red lead, leaky pipe connections, sul phur and bedbugs in a ship like the Narcissus at a time like this. He had met a few innocents in his day, but this Irish engineer was most innocent of all. "Sure, Mike!" he replied, and grinned at his feeble play on words. "Und as I gannot leave der bridge yet, here iss der key to der store-room. Helb yourself, mine Freund, und den gif me der key back." "Ye addle-pated son of sin!" Mr. Reardon solilo quized as he took the key and departed. "Faith, a booby birrd has more sinse nor you! D ye suppose I didn t wait until ye were on djooty before axin ye, well knowin ye d lind me the key an I d be alone in yer shtore-room !" Mr. Reardon was in the store-room less than two minutes. When he emerged he carried a daub of red lead on an old spoon, as Mr. Schultz, looking down on the dimly lighted main deck, observed. What he did not observe, however, was the chief s action in tossing 112 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 113 the spoon overboard the instant he passed beyond the range of Mr. Schultz s vision. It is probable, also, that the mate would have been disturbed could he have seen Mr. Reardon in his state-room, with the door locked, removing from beneath his dungaree jumper several fathoms of light, strong, cotton signal halyard, two five-foot lengths of half-inch steel chain, and a strip of canvas. His pockets also gave up two pad locks, with keys to fit. This loot Mr. Reardon very carefully hid in the space under his settee, after which, with due thanks, he returned the key to Mr. Schultz. The remainder of the evening until nine-thirty Ter ence spent in the wireless room with Herr von Staden. Then he retired, very low in spirits, to his state-room, to make his preparations for wholesale assault with a deadly weapon possibly wholesale murder! He cut the signal halyard into short lengths ; then he cut the piece of canvas into strips about two inches wide and secreted the halyard and canvas strips here and there about his person. Then he descended to the engine room and selected his monkey wrench from the tool rack on the wall, helped himself to a handful of cotton waste, and returned to his state-room mournfully keening "The Sorrowful Lamentation of Callaghan, Greally and Mullen, killed at the Fair of Turlough- more." "Wirra," he murmured presently, "but tis a terrible thing to hit an unsuspectin man wit a monkey wrench ! An that divil von Staden, for all his faults, is not a bad lad at all at all. An I d give five dollars yes, seven an a half if he were bald an shiny on any other shpot save an exceptin the shpot I have to hit him. Ochone ! 114 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES " Come tell me, dearest mother, what makes me father shtay Or what can be th reason that he s so long away? Oh, howld yer tongue, me darlin son, yer tears do grieve me sore, I fear he has been murdhered in the fair av Turlough- more ! "Sure, I haven t got the heart to dhrive the head av this monkey wrench into that bald shpot. If he d hair there I wouldn t mind." Mr. Reardon sighed dismally. "I ll have to wrap a waddin av waste around me weapon, so I ll neither kill nor mangle but lay thim out wit wan good crack " It is on the firrst av August, the truth I will declare, Those people they assimbled that day all at the fair, But little was their notion that evil was in shtore, All by the bloody Peelers at the fair av Turloughmore. "I must practice crackin the divils! Sure, twould be an awful thing to have the sin av murrder on me sowl not that tis murrder to kill a Dutchman that s a self-confessed pirate into the bargain. Shtill, tis a terrible fought to carry to the grave " Wham! Mr. Reardon brought his padded wrench down on his defenseless bed. "Too harrd," he told himself. "Sure a blow like that on top av the head would knock out the teeth av the divil himself! Less horse-power, Terence !" Wham ! He tried it again, this time with better results. For five minutes he beat the bedclothes ; then his spirits rose and, like the mercurial Celt that he was, he chanted blithely a verse from "The Night Before Larry Was Stretched": CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 115 " Though sure tis the best way to die, Oh, the divil a betther a-livin ! For sure whin the gallows is high, Your journey is shorter to heaven; But what harasses Larry the most, An* makes his poor sowl melancholy, Is to think av the time whin his ghost Will come in a sheet to sweet Molly ! Oh, sure, twill kill her alive ! " He slipped the short, heavy monkey wrench up his right sleeve, walked out on deck and stood at the corner of the house, smoking placidly and gazing down on the main deck forward. The look-out on the forecastle head was not visible in the darkness, but Mr. Reardon was not worried about that. "For why," he argued to himself, "should I go lookin for the skut whin if I wait a bit he ll come fluttherin* into me hand?" He did. At five minutes after ten Mr. Schultz hailed the look-out in German, and although Mr. Reardon spoke no German, yet did he understand that order. Mr. Schultz, a victim of habit, desired the look-out to go to the galley and bring up some hot coffee for him and the helmsman. It was the custom aboard the Narcissus, as it is in most Pacific Coast boats, for the cook, just before retiring, to brew a pot of coffee, drain off the grounds and leave it to simmer on the galley range where, at intervals of two hours during the night, the watch could come and help itself. Terence Reardon knew that the look-out, after heat ing the coffee and bringing a few cups up on the bridge, would return to the galley and partake of a cup and a bite himself. The man came down off the forecastle head, crossed 116 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES the main deck and disappeared in the galley. In about ten minutes Mr. Reardon saw him climb up the port companion to the bridge ; a minute later he came down. Mr. Reardon waited until he was certain the fellow was sipping his coffee in the galley; then with the ut most nonchalance he went up on the bridge and hailed Mr. Schultz, who was standing amidships blowing on a cup of coffee. "Begorra," he complained, "Divil a wink can I shleep to-night. I ve been sittin wit the wireless oper ator all evenin , an now, thinks I, he s weary listenin to me nonsinse, so I ll go up on the bridge an inter view Misther Schultz. If I be the Rock av Cashel! What was that?" "Vot? Vere?" Mr. Schultz exclaimed, and set down his cup of coffee. He was all excitement, for he had been looking for the flash of a searchlight for the past hour and he wondered now if the unsuspecting Reardon had seen it first. "Over that way." Mr. Reardon pointed off the port bow. "Did ye not see that light?" "A light. Gott im Himmel!" "Ye can t see it now," Mr. Reardon replied sooth ingly. He stepped round to the back of the mate and permitted his trusty monkey wrench to slip down into his hand. "But if ye continue to look in that direction, Misther Schultz, ye ll see not wan light but several." "Domierwetter! I gannot see dem," Mr. Schultz pro tested, wondering if there might not be some defect in his eyesight. "Have no fear. Keep lookin* that way an* ye ll see thim," Mr. Reardon reassured him. "Ha-ha, ye divil !" he crooned and struck. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 117 "I ll gamble ye saw the lights I promised ye," he breathed into the ear of the unconscious mate as he deftly caught the falling body and eased it noiselessly to the deck to avoid calling the attention of the helms man to the interesting tableau going on behind him. Quickly he gagged Mr. Schultz with a strip of canvas ; then he tied his hands behind him and bound him at ankle and knee with the short lengths of signal halyard. As a final attention he "frisked" the mate and removed his keys and a heavy automatic pistol. "Lie there now, me jewel," he said, and trotted out to the starboard end of the bridge, whistling shrilly "God Save the King." When the swift patter of feet along the deck warned him that the steward was com ing, he walked back amidships and opened the little slid ing trap in the roof of the pilot-house, which on the Narcissus was set just below the bridge. The quarter master s head was directly beneath the trap. "Oh-ho, me laddybuck !" Mr. Reardon murmured, and dropped his padded monkey wrench on that defenseless head. Instantly the quartermaster staggered and hung limply to the wheel. "Bad luck to me, I ll have to hit ye agin," Mr. Reardon complained and did it. Then he slid through the trap into the pilot-house, steadied the wheel with one hand and unlocked the pilot-house door with the other to admit the steward. "Strike me pink!" that astounded functionary ex claimed as he gazed at the quartermaster lying beside the wheel. "I will if ye don t take howld av this wheel an do less talkin ," Mr. Reardon replied evenly. "Bring her round very slowly, me lad, an in the intherval I ll 118 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES wrap up me little Baby Bunting on the floor forninst ye." When the quartermaster had been duly wrapped a la Mr. Schultz and dragged clear of the wheel, Mr. Reardon returned to the bridge and with brazen impu dence set the handle of the marine telegraph over to full speed ahead. He hummed "Colleen Dhas Cruthin Amoe" as with a light heart he skipped down to the galley and found the look-out eating bread soaked in coffee. Mr. Reardon nodded and said "Good nicht, amigo" for his voyages had taken him to many ports and he was naturally quick at picking up foreign lan guages. The fellow, concluding Mr. Reardon desired a cup of coffee also, turned to the rack to get him a cup. "How dare ye ate up the owners groceries in this shameful manner?" Mr. Reardon demanded. "Do ye not get enough at mess that ye must be atin* between meals? Shame on you " One tap did the trick. " Tis a black way to repay a kind fought," Mr. Reardon observed to his victim as he bound and gagged him; "but war is war, an* a faint heart an a weak stomach never shtole a ship back from forty German pirates!" He closed the galley door on the unfortunate look out and climbed up on the boat deck to get Michael J. Murphy out of prison. Cautiously he unlocked the state-room door with the key taken from Mr. Schultz, and the skipper came forth. Mr. Reardon led him under an electric light and gazed upon him wonderingly. "Begorra, Michael, me poor lad," he whispered, "be the look av the white face of you I m thinkin ye ought to be in bed instid av out raisin ructions." "I m weak ; I have a fever," Murphy replied. "Still, GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 119 half that fever may be plain lunatic rage. Did you find a gun on the mate?" "I did. Take it, Michael, I ll have nothin to do wit iit." The skipper grasped the weapon eagerly. "The ship is headed due west undher full speed," Terence ex plained, u an the mate, the quarter-master an* the look out have all received evidence av me affectionate regard. Next !" "Von Staden. He kicked me and broke my ribs, Terence." "Wit the greatest joy in life, Michael. The skut s busy in the wireless room." So they went to the wireless room. Von Staden was taking a message as they entered; at sound of their footsteps he turned carelessly and found himself look ing down the muzzle of the captain s automatic. "Will ye take it peaceably, ye gossoon, or must I brain ye wit* this monkey wrench?" Mr. Reardon queried fiercely. "And take your hand off that key, you blackguard. No S O S," Murphy ordered. The supercargo stared at them impudently. "This," he said presently, "is one of those inconceivable con tingencies." "Your early education was neglected, Dutchy. How ever, don t complain and say I didn t give you warn ing. Terence !" "What is it, Michael?" "All well-regulated ships carry a few sets of hand cuffs and leg irons. If you will put your hand in my right hip pocket, Terence, lad, you ll find a pair for 120 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES present emergencies. They were in my desk and I con cluded to bring them along." "An* a pious fought it was, Michael." So they handcuffed Herr August Carl von Staden and gagged him, after which Mr. Reardon, leaving the skipper to guard his prisoner, ran round to his own room and got the two lengths of chain and the pad locks. When he returned, Michael J. Murphy kicked his unwelcome supercargo to the mate s store-room and Mr. Reardon locked him in among the paint pots, pipe, old iron and other odds and ends which accumulate in a mate s store-room. They went next to the door of the forecastle. It was open and, what was better, it opened inward. Also, it was of steel with a stout brass ring on the lock, this ring taking the place of what on a landsman s door would have been a knob. Terence Reardon and Michael J. Murphy listened. From within came a medley of gentle sighs, snores and the slow, regular breathing of sleeping men. Softly Mr. Reardon closed the door, turned the ring until the latch caught, drew a section of chain through the ring in such a manner as to prevent the latch from being released, passed the ends of his chain round the steel handrail along the front of the forecastle and padlocked them there. "Now, thin," Mr. Reardon announced, "that takes care av the carpenter, the bos n, four seamen, two waiters an the mess bhoy. Do ye wait here a minute, Michael, lad, whilst I run up on the bridge and give that unmintionable Schultz the wanst over." The weak, half -dead Murphy sat down on the hatch coaming and waited. The chief was away about ten GAPPY RICKS RETIRES minutes and the captain was on the point of investigat ing when Mr. Reardon appeared. "That unfortunate divil had come to, an* was lookin an feelin cowld whin I wint up on the bridge," he ex plained, "so I wint to me room an got a pair av blankets to wrap round him where he lay. It s wan thing to tap a man on the head, but tis another to let him catch his death av cowld." Captain Murphy smiled. Ordinarily he would have laughed at the whimsical Terence, but he didn t have a good laugh left in him. His lung was hurting, so he suspected an abscess. They returned to the boat deck, and with his rule Mr. Reardon carefully measured the exact distance between the ship s rail and the center of the doors of the state-rooms occupied by the mates and assistant engineers. This detail attended to, they went to the carpenter s little shop and cut two scantlings of a length to correspond to the measurements taken, and in addition Mr. Reardon prepared some thin cleats with countersunk holes for the insertion of screws. He worked very leisurely, and it was eleven o clock when he had everything in readiness. "There s nothin to do now until midnight, whin the watch in the ingine room is changed," Mr. Reardon suggested, "so lave us go to the galley. Wan av me brave lads is in there, an if he s not dead intirely, faith, I m thinkin I might injoy a cup av coffee!" So they went to the galley and found the look-out glaring at them. He made inarticulate noises behind his gag, so Mr. Reardon, much relieved, found seats for each of them and poured coffee. Then he filled his pipe, crossed his right leg over his left knee and puffed 122 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES away. He was the speaking likeness of Contentment. And well he might be. The first assistant engineer had been driving the Narcissus for an hour at full speed at right angles to the course he believed she was pursuing. He would, being totally ignorant of the change of masters, con tinue to drive her at full speed until midnight, when he would come off watch, tired and sleepy, and go straight to his state-room. The second assistant would go direct from his state-room to duty in the engine-room and continue to drive the Narcissus at full speed until four o clock, and inasmuch as it would be quite dark still when the third assistant came on at four o clock to relieve the engineer on watch, there was not the slightest doubt in the minds of Murphy and the chief but that the deception could go on until break fast. However, that would interfere with their plans. Long before that hour the men locked in the forecastle would have discovered their plight, and the noise of the discovery might reach below decks and bring up, to in vestigate, just a few more husky firemen and coal passers than even the redoubtable Terence Reardon could hope to cope with successfully. "By four o clock we ll be more than fifty miles off the course Schultz was holding her on," the captain sug gested. "In all likelihood the German admiral wire lessed his last position and the course he was steering, and von Staden gave Schultz his course accordingly." "Faith, we re not a moment too soon at that," Mr. Reardon replied. "Schultz was lookin for searchlights whin I tapped him. Be the Toe Nails av Moses ye re right, Michael. We ll be so far off that course be day light they won t even see our shmoke. D ye think that CAPPY RICKS RETIRES little handful av bones, Riggins, can manage the until we ve claned up the ingine-room gang? We can relieve him wit wan av the Chinamen then." "Tell him he ll have to stick it out. And by the way, Terence, come to think of it, you had better run for ward and remove the sidelights ; then unscrew all of the incandescent lamps on deck until the contact is lost. You can screw them in again just before the watch is changed, so they won t suspect anything, and unscrew them again after we have the watch under lock and key. The fleet may be too far away to see our smoke by day light, but they may be close enough to see our lights to-night ! Tell Riggins to darken the pilot-house. The binnacle light is enough to keep him company." "Thrue for ye," Terence replied, and hurried away to carry out Murphy s instructions. CHAPTER XVII [At twelve o clock the second assistant engineer, hurrying along the deck to relieve the first assistant on watch, found Mr. Reardon leaning over the rail meditatively puffing his old briar pipe. In answer to the former s query as to what kept the chief up so late, the latter replied that he was burning sulphur in his room to kill bedbugs. "The good Lord forgive me the lie," he prayed when a few minutes later he was called upon by the first assistant, hurrying off watch, to repeat the same tale. The first assistant and his watch had a shower-bath and turned in. They were not interested in the work ings of the deck department in the dark ; they could not know that the vessel s course had/ been changed; they thought only of getting to sleep. Mr. Reardon waited until one-thirty A. M. to provide against possible sleepless ones, and then crept aft on velvet feet. The Narcissus had very commodious quarters in her stern, where her coolie crew had been housed in the days when she ran in the China trade; and when the Blue Star Navigation Company took her over these quarters had been fitted up to accommodate the engine room crew. In the same manner, therefore, that he had imprisoned the men of the deck department in the forecastle, Mr. Reardon now proceeded to imprison the men of the engine department in the sterncastle. This delicate mission accomplished, he went up top-side and measured 124 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 125 the diameter of the ventilators, in order to make certain that the thinnest of his German canaries could not fly the cage via that difficult route. Having satis fied himself that he had no need to worry on this score, he made his way forward again. "Well, Michael, me poor lad," he announced as he rejoined the skipper, "1*11 tell you wan thing an it isn t two. The crew av the Narcissus off watch at this minute will never come on watch ag in in the Nar cissus" The skipper smiled wanly. "Fm sorry you must take all the risks and do all the work, Terence," he replied. "Gwan wit ye, Michael. Sure if I had a head on me like you, an a college edication in back av that ag in, I d be out playin golf this minute wit Andhrew Carnegie an Jawn D. Rockefeller ayther that, or I d have been hung for walkin away wit the Treasury Buildin ." They discussed the remaining details of that portion of the ship cleaning still before them. "Remember, Terence," Mike Murphy warned the chief, "when the blow-off comes at four o clock and the uproar com mences fore and aft, we have the means to keep them quiet. I ll go forward and you go aft. When we threaten to throw burning sulphur down the ventilators and suffocate them, they ll sing soft and low!" Mr. Reardon chuckled. "An Schultz fought I was afther bedbugs whin I asked the shteward for the sul phur," he replied. "Shtill an all, Michael," he added, a trifle wistfully, "I could wish for a bit more excite ment, considerm the size av the job." "Don t worry, Terry, you may get it yet. I m dizzy and weak, chief ; I m fearful I ll not be able to last out 126 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES the night and these Germans are desperate. Sup pose we go forward now, while I m able, and awaken Mr. Henckel. It s high time he relieved Mr. Schultz, and he ll be waking naturally if we let him oversleep much longer." The subjugation of Mr. Henckel was accomplished without the slightest excitement or bloodshed. Mr. Reardon rapped at his door and Mr. Henckel replied sleepily in German. The skipper and the chief merely lurked, one on each side of his state-room door, until he stepped briskly out; whereupon the captain jabbed him with the gun while Mr. Reardon shook the monkey wrench under his nose. Indeed, Mr. Reardon had the gag in the second mate s mouth even while it hung open in surprise. They bound him hand and foot, and Mr. Reardon picked him up and tucked him gently in his berth, for, as the chief remarked to him, he was as safe there as anywhere and far more comfortable, al though Mike Murphy objected and was for putting him in the mate s store-room with von Staden, whom they had put in the dirtiest and most unwholesome spot aboard the Narcissus, for two reasons: In the first place, he had kicked Michael J. Murphy and shot him through the shoulder; and in the second place, he was the cleanest German and the most wholesome pirate they had ever seen, and they figured the contrast would annoy him. Mr. Reardon, however, objected to this plan. He argued that von Staden would be glad of Mr. Henckel s company, and was it not their original intention to keep that laddybuck von Staden in soli tary confinement? It was. They closed the state-room door on Mr. Henckel, and left him to meditate on his sins while they repaired to the carpenter s little shop, GAPPY RICKS RETIRES to return to the boat deck presently with the scantlings and cleats Mr. Reardon had prepared. With the scantling the chief shored up the doors to the state-room occupied respectively at the time by the first and third assistant engineers ; then he screwed the cleats into place at top and bottom, so the scant ling could not slip. Not for worlds would he have used a hammer to nail them into place, for that would have spoiled the surprise for the objects of his attentions. Throughout the entire operation he was as silent as a burglar, although by way of additional precaution the captain stood by with drawn pistol. "Now thin, Michael," Mr. Reardon whispered as they pussy-footed away, "there are six fine Germans below in the ingine room, an two Irishmen an half an English man on deck. The Chinee cooks don t count, for sure the poor heathens would only get excited and turrn somebody loose if we asked them to do anything desper ate. And, as ye know, wan good Irishman and bad luck to the man that says I am not that can keep a hundhred Germans from comin up out av that ingine room. Go to yer bed, Michael, an lie down until I call ye." "Better take this automatic," Murphy suggested, and showed him how to use it. But Mr. Reardon resolutely refused to abandon his monkey wrench, although he consented to carry the automatic to Riggins in the pilot-house. The estimable Riggins had been steering a somewhat erratic course, for he found it impossible to keep his eye on the lubber s mark while the bound quartermaster glared balefully at him from the floor. Indeed Riggins had been pondering his fate should that husky Teuton ever get the upper 128 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES hand again ; hence, when he found himself in a state of preparedness and was informed that he must stick by the wheel until relieved, the prospect did not awe him in the least. The present odds were counterbalanced by the strategic position held by the minority, and Riggins was content. On his way back to his state-room, there to rest until the final call to arms, Michael J. Murphy concluded it would be well to search the quarters of the second mate and Herr von Staden for contraband of war. So he did, with the result that he unearthed in von Staden s room the rifle and revolver which belonged to the Nar cissus, and under the second mate s pillow he found another automatic pistol. He confiscated all three weapons by right of discovery, and hid the rifle in the galley, the last place anybody would think of look ing for it. In the meantime Mr. Reardon proceeded further to strengthen his position by closing the port entrance to the engine room and shoring up the door with a stout scantling, cleat ed at top and bottom to hold it securely in place. Then he donned Mr. Schultz s heavy watch- coat, dragged round from the lee of the house the up holstered easy-chair Mrs. Reardon had insisted upon his taking to sea with him for use in his leisure moments, placed this chair on deck just outside the starboard entrance to the engine room, loaded his pipe, laid his trusty monkey wrench across his knee and gave himself up to the contemplation of this riot we call life. He resembled a cat watching beside a gopher hole. By half-past three o clock he had finished figuring out approximately the amount of money Mrs. Reardon would have in the Hibernia Bank at the end of five GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 129 years figuring on a monthly saving of fifty dollars and interest compounded at the rate of four per cent. So, having satisfied himself that Johnny would yet be a law yer and the girls learn to play the piano, Mr. Reardon heaved a sigh and reluctantly went to call Michael J. Murphy for the final accounting. CHAPTER XVIII At ten minutes to four Mr. Uhl, the second assist ant, a man of some thirty years and ordinarily possessed of a disposition as placid as that of a little Jersey heifer, ordered one of his firemen to go and call the watch to relieve them. Mr. Reardon, his monkey wrench firmly grasped in his right hand, knew that at exactly ten minutes to four Mr. Uhl would issue that order so he was on the spot to receive the fireman as the latter came leisurely up the greasy steel stairway. As the fellow emerged on deck he paused to wipe his heated brow with a sweat rag and draw in a welcome breath of cool fresh air. He did not succeed in getting his lungs quite full, however, for Michael J. Murphy, lurking beside the door, thrust the barrel of his gun in the fireman s ribs, effectually curtailing the process of respiration practically at once. From the other side of the door the chief engineer stepped out and wagged his bludgeon under the fireman s nose. "Ach!" Mr. Reardon coughed, and grimaced pleas antly. "Schmierkase und Sauerkraut, ye big shtiff! Vat wilse du haben, eh? Zwei bier? Damn the weather, as Misther Schultz would say." He laid his finger on his lips, enjoining silence; then with the same finger he pointed sternly onward, and the fireman took the hint. In the clear space aft the 130 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 131 ! house and next to the funnel Mr. Reardon bound and gagged him and laid him tenderly on his back to await developments . "Now thin, Michael," he said to the skipper, "lave us :, go back an see can we catch another. At four o clock, whin this lad fails to return, Misther Uhl, the omad- ihaun, will sind up another man to see what the divil ails ; the firrst man." And it was even so. This time it was the oiler. At five minutes after four a coal passer came up the stairs, and he was swearing at the delay in being re lieved. Something told Mr. Reardon this fellow would imake trouble, so without warning he hit the coal passer a light rap "to take the conceit out av him." Two j minutes later the coal passer had joined his fellows Ibeside the funnel. At a quarter after four Mr. Uhl scratched his head and said something very explosive in German. He started up the stairs, got halfway up and came down. It had occurred to him very suddenly that three men had already gone up the stairs and had failed to re turn. He called a fireman and gave him some very ex- isplicit orders in German; whereupon the man disap- ! peared in the shaft alley. Five minutes later he re- i turned, pop-eyed with excitement and the bearer of a I tale that caused Mr. Uhl to arch his blond eyebrows | and murmur dazedly "So?" Ten minutes passed. Mr. Reardon glanced inter- i rogatively at Michael J. Murphy. "I think the divils are suspicious," he whispered. "We should have had another be now. Have a care now, Michael. Whin j they come they come wit a rush an " A pistol shot echoed through the ship. It came up CAPPY RICKS RETIRES from forward. Three more followed in rapid succession a scream a shout ! "May the divil damn me !" Terence Reardon cried in a horrified voice. "I clane forgot the little companion hatch at the ind av the shaft alley. They ve crawled down the shaft alley an up on deck at the very sterrn av the ship!" He dashed aft towards the spot where his prisoners were laid out close to the funnel. As he turned the corner of the house he observed that the electric lamp which he had so carefully screwed out of its socket had been screwed in again, and by its light Terence beheld no less a person than Mr. Uhl cutting the hal yards that bound the oiler. The fireman had already been cut loose, but the potent effects of Terence Rear- don s blow with the wrench still remained ; though con scious, the man was unfit for combat. The coal passer, evidently the first man to be rescued by Mr. Uhl, was standing by. "Gower that, ye divils !" Mr. Reardon shrieked, and charged, swinging his monkey wrench with all his horse power. He missed his first stroke at Mr. Uhl, who very deftly stabbed him high up on the hip for his carelessness ; then the chief swung again, and Mr. Uhl was out of the fight. Not so the big coal passer, however. He planted in Terence Reardon s face as pretty a left and right hay-makers both as one could hope to see anywhere outside a prize-ring; whereupon the chief took the count with great abruptness. The fireman reached for the monkey wrench and at that instant the weak, pale-faced skipper lurched around the corner of the house and his automatic commenced to bark. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 133 It was not a time for sentiment. Michael J. Murphy glanced once at Terence Reardon s bloody, upturned face, and the glazed eyes thrilled him with horror. The chief engineer was dead ! That meant that Mi chael J. Murphy would soon be dead, too. Well, they had fought a good fight and lost, so nothing now re mained for him to do save slaughter as many of the enemy as possible and go to his accounting like a gentle- |man. He turned his back on the heap of bloody, prostrate men, stepped over a little rivulet of gore that ran rapidly toward the scupper as the ship heeled to port, then hesitated and started back as she heeled to star board. He was vaguely conscious that Mr. Uhl had shut down his engines before coming on deck and that in consequence the ship had lost headway and was be ginning to wallow. In his weak state her plunging caused him to stagger like a drunken man. As he crossed to the port side of the ship and gazed down the deck he noticed that the incandescent lamps had all been screwed back in their sockets, and by their brilliant light he beheld one of the firemen in the act of removing the scantling from before the first assist ant s door. Just as the door swung open the captain fired, but evidently missed, for the man sprang nimbly into the state-room for safety. If the great European War has proved nothing else to date, it has demonstrated one comforting thing about the German people : one does not grow impatient waiting for them to carry the fight to him. The fire man had no sooner entered the first assistant s state room than the first assistant came out. He was wear ing his pajamas and a piece of young artillery, and 184 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES without the slightest embarrassment he commenced shooting at Michael J. Murphy, who, not to be outdone in politeness while he could stand and see, promptly returned the compliment. The first assistant s first shot nipped a neat little crescent out of Mike Murphy s large red right ear; his second ripped clean through the inside of the skip per s left leg. "High and then low," was the thought that ca pered through Mike Murphy s brain. "God grant he don t get me through the middle! That s what comes of fast shooting so I guess I ll go slow." The electric lamp over his head was shattered and the fragments scattered round him as he leaned against the corner of the house and took careful aim at the first assistant, who missed his next shot by a whisker and died in his tracks with two cartridges still in his gun. Dazedly Michael J. Murphy advanced along the deck, stepped over the body and entered the state-room. In the corner the fireman crouched, hands uplifted in token of surrender, so the skipper closed the door and shored it up again with the scantling. Mechanically he picked up the first assistant s huge revolver, broke it, removed the cartridges and threw them overboard. Then he slipped a clip of seven cartridges into his auto matic and staggered round to Mr. Henckel s state room. The door was open. The bird had flown. Michael J. Murphy went in and sat down on Mr. Henckel s settee, for he was very weak and dizzy ; and at least nobody could shoot at him in there. "Come, come, Michael," he croaked, "no going out this voy- CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 135 age. You have work ahead of you. Pull yourself to gether and let us count noses. Now then, there were two firemen, two coal passers, one oiler and Mr. Uhl on watch. Terence killed Mr. Uhl with the monkey i wrench, I killed the big coal passer, I think I killed ithe oiler, and one fireman was out of the scrap from ithe beginning. Then I killed the first assistant and locked the other fireman in his room. That leaves Mr. IHenckel and a coal passer to be reckoned with. Now | there was some shooting up forward and somebody was jhit. That means Riggins shot somebody or somebody shot Riggins. The second mate probably went forward to let the men out of the forecastle, while the fireman went aft to let the engine-room gang out of the stern- castle. They haven t had time to do it yet ; they ll have to pry those rings out of the door with a crowbar. I ll go aft and drive the fireman forward; when I have them bunched I ll argue with them." He arrived at the break of the house and looked down on the deck aft. The lights had been turned on and a man was just raising a short crowbar to attack the door, from behind which came shouts and cries of anger and consternation. Mike Murphy rested his automatic on the deck rail and fired twice at the man in front of the sterncastle door. The fellow fled at once dashing along the deck, zigzag fashion, to distract the skipper s aim, and dis appeared in the dark entrance to the starboard alley way. So Michael J. Murphy slid down the compan ion and followed into the alleyway, firing two shots for luck as he came. Scarcely had he disappeared into the murk amid ships when Terence Reardon rolled groggily down the 136 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES companion after him. Terence had no means of ascertaining which alleyway the skipper had charged into and he did not care. Blind with fury he lurched into the port alleyway; in consequence of which the fugitive, fleeing ahead of the captain down the starboard alleyway and thinking to turn down the port alleyway and double back to complete his labors at the sterncastle door, bumped squarely into the chief engineer. Mr. Reardon said no word, but wrapped his arms round the man and held the latter close to his breast. Thus for a moment they stood, gripping each other, each wondering whether the other was friend or foe. Then Mr. Reardon decided that even if his nose was bloody he could not possibly be mistaken in the odor of a fireman just come off watch. He had lost his monkey wrench in the melee on the upper deck the defunct Mr. Uhl having fallen upon it, thereby obscuring it from Mr. Reardon s very much befogged vision, but his soul was still undaunted, for Mr. Rear don, in common with most chief engineers still in their prime, firmly believed that he could trounce any fire man he saw fit to employ. He bit suddenly into the fireman s cheek just where the flesh droops in a fold over the lower jaw, and was fortunate enough to se cure a grip that bade fair to hold ; then he crooked his leg at the back of his opponent s and slowly shoved the fellow s head backward. They came down together, Mr. Reardon on top, content for once to hold his man helpless and rest while his enemy s shrieks of pain and rage resounded through the ink-black alley way. Michael J. Murphy heard that uproar and halted. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 137 After listening a few seconds he came to the conclusion that a German was in deep distress, and that hence it was no part of his business to interfere. Besides, he had business of his own to attend to. He could hear a chain rattling up forward, and while it was too dark to see who or what was doing the rattling, he found Mr. Henckel guilty on mere suspicion, and fired at the sound; whereupon somebody said "Ach, Gott!" in tones of deep disgust, two little flashes of fire cut the dark, and two bullets whispered of death as they flew harm lessly down the alleyway. Instantly Mike Murphy returned the salute, firing at the other s flashes ; then he fell to the deck and rolled over into the scupper to escape the return fire, which was not slow in coming. "I wonder where the devil he got that gun," was Murphy s comment. "Mr. Uhl must have had it in his pocket and lent it to him." There was profound silence within the forecastle, and pending the destruction of his attacker Mr. Henckel judged it imprudent to make any further at tempts at a delivery. He required time to formulate a plan of attack, and in the interim he desired shelter. Mike Murphy heard the patter of feet, the patter ceas ing almost as soon as it commenced and he smiled grimly. "He s hiding," the captain soliloquized. "Now, where would I take shelter if I were in his fix? Why, back of the hatch-coaming, of course or the winch." He had a sudden inspiration and called aloud: "Riggins ! Riggins ! Answer me, Riggins. This is Captain Murphy calling you." 138 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES " Ere, sir," came the voice of Riggins from the pilot house above. The voice was very weak. "Climb out of the pilot-house, Riggins, to the bridge, turn on the searchlight and bend it down here on the deck till I get a shot at this scoundrel. Don t be afraid of him, Riggins. It s Henckel and he can t shoot for beans. Get the light fair on him and keep it on him; it ll blind him and he won t be able to shoot you." "The dirty dawg!" snarled Riggins wearily. " E come up on the bridge a while ago an I drove im off but e plugged me, sir through the guts, sir an me a married man! Wot in ell ll my ol woman say " And that was the last word Riggins ever spoke* True, he managed to crawl out of the pilot-house and up the short companion to the bridge; he reached the searchlight, and while Mr. Henckel and Mike Murphy swapped shots below him he turned on the switch. "Bend it on the deck, Riggins. On the deck, my bully, on the deck," Mike Murphy pleaded as the great beam of white light shot skyward and remained there ; nor could all of Murphy s pleading induce Riggins to bend it on the deck, for Riggins was lying dead beside the searchlight, while ten miles away an officer on the flying bridge of H.M.S. Panther watched that finger of light pointing and beckoning with each roll of the ship. "Something awf lly queer, what?" he commented when reporting it to his superior. "Rather," the superior replied laconically. "It can t be the Dresden and neither is it one of ours. We ll skip over and have a look at her, Reggie, my son." CHAPTER XIX Michael J. Murphy had two shots left in his auto matic, and he was saving those for daylight and Mr. Henckel s rush, when a searchlight came flickering and feeling its way across the dark waters. Slowly, slowly it lifted and rested on the big blunt bows of the Nar cissus, hovered there a few seconds and came slowly aft, and as it lighted up the main deck Mr. Henckel rose from behind the hatch-coaming. "Deutschland uber Attest" he yelled joyously and rushed. Terence Reardon, having pounded his firemen into insensibility, had crept down the port alleyway, and, unknown to Captain Murphy and Mr. Henckel, he had, from the opposite side of the deck, watched the flashes of their pistols as they fired at each other. "I ll have to flank that fella an put a shtop to this nonsense," Mr. Reardon decided presently, and forth with crept across the deck on his hands and knees until he reached the hatch-coaming. Mr. Henckel lurked just round the other corner of the coaming, so close Mr. Reardon could hear him breathing. And there the crafty chief had waited until Mr. Henckel rose for his charge whereupon Mr. Reardon rose also. "Ireland upper always, ye vagabone !" he yelled, and launched himself at Mr. Henckel s knees. It was a perfect tackle and the second mate went down heavily. In an emergency such as the present all Terence 139 140 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES Reardon asked was good fighting light. Fighting in the dark distressed him, he discovered, for while polish ing off the fireman in the black alleyway he had missed one punch at the fellow s head, and had been reminded to his sorrow and the ruin of his knuckles, that the deck of the Narcissus was of good Norway pine. However, H.M.S. Panther was scarcely three cable lengths dis tant now, and the officer on her flying bridge could see that some sort of a jolly row was in progress on the deck of the Narcissus; so he kept the searchlight on the combatants while Mr. Reardon bent Mr. Henckel s back over the hatch-coaming, took his automatic away from him, and proceeded to take a cast of the mate s features in the vulcanite butt of the weapon. And vulcanite is far from soft ! When Terence Reardon had completed his self- appointed task he stood up, hitched his dungarees, spat blood on the deck, and stood waving from side to side like a dancing bear. His face was unrecognizable; his dungarees, so neat and clean when he donned them the night before, were now one vast smear of red, and he grinned horribly, for he was war mad ! "Next!" he croaked, and turned to the master for orders. But Michael Joseph Murphy was out of the fight. He lay prone on the deck, conscious but helpless, and because his broken rib was tickling his lung the froth on his lips bore a little tinge of pink. Only his eyes moved and they smiled at Terence Reardon as the triumphant exiles of Erin faced each other. Terence Reardon turned and shook his battered fists full into the rays of the searchlight. He was mag- jnificent for one brief instant; then the war-madness CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 141 left him, and again he was plain, faithful, whimsical, capable, honest Terence P. Reardon, chief engineer of the S.S. Narcissus, who considered it a pleasure to dis course on the fairies when he had nothing more im portant to do. Now that the fight was over and the German fleet had overhauled them at last, he had time to think of Mrs. Reardon and the children and his best job gone for ever tossed into the discard with his honor as a faithful servant. He sat down very suddenly on the hatch-coaming and covered his terrible face with his terrible hands. "Ah, Norah! Norah!" he cried and sobbed as if his heart must break. CHAPTER XX When Captain the Hon. Desmond O Hara, of H.M.S. Panther, boarded the steamer Narcissus via the Jacob s ladder Mr. Reardon hove overside at his command, he paused a moment, balanced on the ship s rail, and stared. "My word !" he said, and leaped to the deck, to make room for a pink-and-white middy. The pink-and-white one stared and said "My aunt !" Then he, too, leaped to the deck, and a stocky cockney blue-jacket poked his nose over the rail. "Damn my eyes !" said this individual. " Ere s a bloomin mess !" "Who is that person?" Captain Desmond O Hara demanded, pointing to the semiconscious Mr. Henckel, who was moaning and saying things in his mother tongue. "That," said Mr. Reardon with a familiar wink, "was a fine, decent Gerrman until I operated on him!" "So I observed. And who might you be?" "Me name is Terence P. Reardon, an I m the chief engineer av the United Shtates steamer Narcissus, av San Francisco." "Ah! An Irish- American, eh?" Mr. Reardon looked down at the deck, smiled a cunning little smile and looked up at Captain O Hara. "Well, sor," he declared, "I had me hyphen wit me 142 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 143 whin I shipped ; as late as yestherd y af thernoon twas in good worrkin ordher; but what wit the exertion av chasin our Gerrman crew round the decks, faith I ve lost me hyphen, an I m thinkin the skipper s lost his too. That s him forninst ye. For the prisent he s in dhrydock awaitin repairs, which leaves me in command av the ship. And since he s in no condition to go to his shtate-room an unlock the ship s safe, an sorra wan av me knows the combination, the divil a look will ye have at our papers. I ll save time an throuble for us all be tellin ye now that we ve ten t ousand tons av soft coal undher deck, that we cleared from Norfolk, Virginia, for Manila or Batavia, Pernarnbuco for ordhers, an that we re a couple av t ousand miles off our course. So confiscate the ship an be damned to ye! Only I m hopin ye ll not be above takin a bit av advice from wan who knows. There s a Gerrman fleet not far off, an if ye shtop to monkey wit us, faith ye may live to regret it an ye may not." Captain the Hon. Desmond O Hara smiled sweetly. "Divil a fear," he said, in no way cast down. "We met the beggars off the Falklands yesterday and sunk them all but the Dresden. She slipped away from us in the dark, making for the mainland, and we were looking for her when we saw your searchlight cutting up such queer didos, so the Panther dropped behind to investi gate. Had it not been for your searchlight we would have missed you." "An be the same token a little dead Englishman signalled ye." Mr. Reardon gave another hitch to his dungarees. "Sor," he said doggedly, "I never fought I d live to see the day I d want to cheer a British victh ry but I do." He glanced down at his right 144 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES hand and shook his head. "Englishmen that ye are, * he continued, "I ll not offer ye a hand like that much as I want to shake hands wit* ye." "Faith, don t let that worry you, Mr. Reardon. I m not an Englishman." "In the divil s name, you re not an an " "I m an Irishman! My name is Desmond O Hara." Mr. Reardon was fully aware that here was a grand specimen of the kind of Irish he had been taught to despise the Irish that take the king s shilling, the gentlemen Irish that lead the king s cockneys into bat tle. And yet, strange to say, no thought of that entered his head now. He stepped up to Captain O Hara, looked round cautiously as if expecting to be overheard, winked knowingly and whispered, as he jerked a significant thumb toward the unhappy Mr. Henckel: "Sure tis the likes av us that can take the measure av the likes av thim." "It is," replied Captain O Hara, and reached for Terry Reardon s awful hand. "It is !" Together they lifted Michael J. Murphy into a bos n s chair, the jackies unslung a cargo derrick, Mr. Reardon went to the winch, and the skipper was hoisted overside into the Panther s boat and taken aboard the warship for medical attention. Just before Mr. Reardon hoisted him he drew the chief s ear down to his lips. "About von Staden," he whispered. "I thought I wanted to see him hung. Legally he s a pirate; but, Terence, he was raised wrong; you know, Terence Deutschland uber Alles. These Dutch devils thought it was all right to steal our ship national necessity, you know. Let von Staden out of the mate s store- GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 145 room and tell him the English have us that his fleet is gone. Then turn your back on him, Terence." Mr. Reardon followed orders. "Captain Murphy ordhered me to let ye out," he explained to the super cargo, "an towld me to turrn me back on ye." "Please thank him for me," von Staden replied gently. "I scarcely expected such kindness at his hands. You may turn your back now, Mr. Reardon." So Mr. Reardon turned his back, and, despite the rush of the British jackies to stop him, Herr August Carl von Staden reached the rail. "Deutschland uber AUes!" he shouted defiantly and jumped. He did not come up. Captain the Hon. Desmond O Hara removed his cap. "They die so infernally well," he said presently, "one hates to fight them individually. Yesterday the Niirnberg fell to us. We outranged her, and when she was out of action and sinking, with her men swimming and drowning all round her, the Panther was stripped of life preservers in two minutes. Some of my lads Went overboard to help the Boche." Mr. Reardon remembered he had wrapped waste round the head of his monkey wrench and curtailed his indicated horse-power when tapping individuals ; yet, when he fought them in bulk, with what savage joy had he struck down Mr. Uhl, a poor, inoffensive devil and the victim of a false ideal of national honor! Mr. Reardon was quite sure he despised Englishmen; yet the tears came to his eyes when the jackies carried poor little Riggins away from the searchlight, and he prayed for eternal rest for the soul of his late as sistants, for he had learned in a night, as he fought with tooth and fist and monkey wrench, what those who 146 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES fight with tongue and typewriter will never learn that racial and religious animosities are just a pitiful human bugaboo in bulk. Only that valiant minority that sheds its blood for the heartless majority can ever know this great truth and the pity of it that warriors never hate each other. They are too generous for that. CHAPTER XXI Capt. Matt Peasley, with his heart in his throat, called up the British consul at San Francisco. Cappy Ricks, looking very pale and unhappy, sagged in his chair, while Mr. Skinner stood by, gnawing his nails and looking as if he would relish being kicked from one end of California Street to the other. "Hullo!" Matt Peasley began. Cappy Ricks shud dered and closed his eyes. "Is this the British consul s office? . . . This is Captain Peasley, of the Blue Star Navigation Company . . . Yes . . . About our steamer Narcissus . . . You say the consul is on his way down to our office . . . Thank you . . . Good bye." Cappy Ricks sighed like an old air-compressor. "I hope I live till he gets here," he declared feebly. "De liberate race, the British. No pep. Never get any where in a hurry." As if to give the lie to Cappy s criticisms, the British consul was admitted at that moment. "Gentlemen," he announced as the heart-broken trio gathered round him, "I have some very grave news for you." His voice was vaguely reminiscent of that of the foreman in a quarry who calls upon a lady to inform her that her husband has just been caught in a premature blast and that the boys will be up with the pieces directly. "Your steamer Narcissus, loaded with ten thousand tons of coal, has been captured a hundred 147 148 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES miles north-east of the Falkland Islands by His Majesty s cruiser Panther. In view of your vessel s clearance " A low moan broke from Gappy Ricks. "Tightwad!" he reviled. "Old Alden P. Tightwad, the prince of misers ! He thought he d add a couple of ten-dollar bills to his roll, so he encouraged his skipper to hire a lot of interned Germans to work his ships in neutral trade! He was penny-wise and pound-foolish, so he cut out the wireless to save a miserable hundred and forty dollars a month. Bids are invited for the privilege of killing the damned old fool Skinner! What are you looking at?" "N-n-nothing !" stammered Mr. Skinner. "I won t be looked at that way, Skinner. I have my faults, I know " "Ssshh !" Matt Peasley interrupted. "And I won t be sshh-ed at either. I lost the ship. I admit it. I O.K. d the charter, and Murphy did his best to save her for us and couldn t. I m the goat, but if it busts me I ll reimburse you two boys for every cent you have lost through my carelessness " "I beg your pardon, Mr. Ricks," the consul inter rupted. "Pray permit me to proceed. The circum stances attending this case are so very unusual " "My dear Mister British Consul, I shall not argue the matter with you. You re too bally deliberate, and, besides, what s the use? The ship is gone. Let her go. We ll build another twice as big. Of course I could give you an excuse, but if I did you d think I was old Nick Carter come to life. We ll just have to take it up through our State Department, present our alibi, and try to win her back in the prize court." GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 149 "She will never be sent to a prize court, Mr. Ricks. It doesn t require a prize court to decide the case of the steamer Narcissus. The evidence is too overwhelm ing. There could not possibly be a reversal of the decision of our admiral." Mr. Skinner sat down suddenly to keep from falling down. The consul continued: "The commander of the Panther, Captain Desmond O Hara by the way, an old schoolmate of mine has sent me a long private report on the affair; by wireless, of course, and in code. It appears that in Pernambuco harbor your German crew overpowered the captain " "What?" cried Cappy, Matt and Skinner in chorus. "You admit that?" "We do, Mr. Ricks. And last night your chief en gineer, Mr. Terence Reardon, with the aid of the steward, one Riggins a British subject and unfor tunately killed in the affray and Captain Murphy overpowered the German crew " "Oh, Mr. Ricks !" gasped Skinner. "Oh, Matt !" shrilled Cappy Ricks. "Oh, Cappy !" yelled Matt Peasley. "Oh, nonsense," laughed the British consul. "They stole her back, gentlemen, and when Captain O Hara found her rolling helplessly and boarded her, she was a shambles. Dead men tell no tales, Mr. Ricks yet it was impossible for any fair-minded man to doubt the testimony of the dead men aboard your Narcissus! Her killed, wounded and prisoners formed a perfect alibi. In the meantime, Mr. Reardon and Captain Murphy are aboard the Panther, receiving medical at tention, and will be returned to duty in a few weeks; 150 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES the Narcissus is proceeding to meet the other ships of our fleet. She will coal them at sea." "Then you ve confiscated her cargo?" Matt Peasley demanded. "We should worry about the cargo if they give us back our vessel," Gappy Ricks declared happily. "We haven t received our freight money, of course, but by the time I get through with the charterers they ll pay the freight and ask no questions about the coal." "We confiscated it, Mr. Ricks," the British consul continued, "for the reason that it was German coal. The supercargo who boarded the vessel at Pernambuco told your captain his people had paid cash for it to the charterers. But we re going to give you back your vessel because we haven t any moral right to keep her, since her owners have committed no breach of inter national law. The supercargo left fifteen thousand dollars behind him when he jumped overboard, but Captain O Hara declined to confiscate that. At Cap tain Murphy s suggestion it will be forwarded to the widow of the man Riggins. Captain O Hara especially requested that I call upon you and inform you that you have two of the finest Irishmen in the world to thank for your ship." "Thank you, Mister Consul. By the way, can you reach Captain O Hara by wireless? If you can, I should be glad to pay for a message if you will send it." "I shall be delighted indeed." "Then tell him the Blue Star Navigation Company thanks him for the courtesy of his message, but that it does not agree with his statement that we have two Irishmen to thank for our ship. We think we have GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 151 three! I know the Irish. The scoundrels never go back on each other in a fight." The consul laughed. "By the way," he said, as he took up his hat pre paratory to leaving, "your ship is now equipped with wireless a fine, powerful plant such as they use in the German Navy. The supercargo brought it aboard at Pernambuco." Matt Peasley, the Yankee, came to life at that. "Has that been confiscated, too?" he queried. "No, captain. However, we have confiscated thai German crew of yours " "Hallelujah!" yelled Cappy Ricks. " and loaned you a crew of British seamen fr^ijt the tramp Surrey Maid. The Scharnlwrst torpedoed her off the coast of Chile, and we found her crew >n board one of the German transports when we capture^ them after the fleet was destroyed. You re all fix< w d up, from skipper to cabin boy : "Wireless operator, too ?" Matt Peasley cried.jl The consul nodded. "He s got a steady job," 1|,he youthful president declared, and turned to Cap;py Ricks for confirmation of this edict. But Cappy, /the pious old codger, had bowed his head on his breast .ind they heard him mutter: "O Lord, I thank Thee ! All unworthy as I am, T_,ord, thou loadest me with favors including a wireless plant, free gratis!" CHAPTER XXII Long after the British consul had departed Cappy Ricks sat alone in his office, dozing. Presently he roused and rang for Mr. Skinner. "Skinner," he said, "Matt reports that the late Rig- gins made an allotment of his wages to his wife when s he shipped aboard the Narcissus?" "Yes, sir." :j, "Riggins s wages hereafter shall constitute a charge a/gainst the Narcissus while Mrs. Riggins lives and /while the Blue Star Navigation Company can afford to (give up seventy dollars every month. Attend to it, Skinner. Another thing, Skinner." "Yes, sir." | "We ought to do something for Murphy and Rear- dtan. Now then, Skinner, you ve never had a chance id be a sport heretofore, but you re a stockholder in the Blue Star Navigation Company now, and as such I > f eel that I should not use my position, as owner of a controlling interest in the stock of the company, to give i.away the property of the company in an arbitrary fashi on. So I m going to leave it up to you, Skinner, to sujAgest what we shall do for them. I believe you will agrhe with me that we should do something very handsome Ijby those two boys." "Quite so;, sir, quite so. Well, to start off with, Mr. Ricks, I thin^k we ought to pay their hospital bills, if 152 \ CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 153 any. Then I think we ought to give each of them a handsome gold watch, suitably engraved and with a small blue star sapphires, you know set in the front of the case." "You feel that would about fill the bill, eh, Skinner?" "Well, next Christmas I think we ought to give them each a month s salary." "Hum! You do?" "Yes, sir. I think that would be a very delicate thing to do." Cappy sighed. Poor Skinner! Victim of the saving habit! Decent devil didn t mean to be small, but just couldn t help it. A bush-leaguer Skinner. Never meant for big company "In addition " Skinner began. "Yes, Skinner, my boy. Go on, go on, old horse. Now then, in addition " "It seems like the wildest extravagance, Mr. Ricks, but those men have fought for their ship and I re member, Mr. Ricks, this is only a suggestion I think it would be a very er tactful thing to do to er " "It ll choke him before he gets it out," Cappy so liloquized. Aloud he said: "Go on, Skinner, my dear boy. Don t be afraid." "At a time like this, when freights are so good and vessel property pays so well, it seems to me that is, if you and Matt have no objection that we ought to give Mike and Terence a er a little piece of the Narcissus the ship er they love say er a ten-thousand-dollar interest each " "God bless you, Skinner ! You came through at last, 154 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES didn t you? The president emeritus agrees with you, Skinner, and it is so ordered. "Now skip along and wireless the glad news to Mike and Terence. Tell them when they have the coal out to proceed to Rio and load manganese ore." CHAPTER XXIII IN due course Captain Michael J. Murphy and Mr. Terence Reardon came off the dry dock, the sole visible evidence of that unrecorded second naval en gagement off the Falkland Islands being a slight list to starboard on the part of the Reardon nose, and a notch in Murphy s right ear. Mr. Skinner had had a local jeweler prepare the presentation watches against the day of the home-coming of the warriors of the Blue Star, and on a Saturday night Cappy gave a banquet to Mike and Terence, and every em ployee of the Ricks* interests who could possibly at tend, was present to do the doughty pair honor and cheer when the awards for valor were duly made by Cappy and congratulatory speeches made by Mr. Skinner and Matt Teasley. It was such a gala oc casion that Cappy drank three cocktails, battened down by a glass or two of champagne, and as a result was ill for two days thereafter. When he recovered, he announced sadly and solemnly that he was about to retire forever; that nothing of a business nature should ever be permitted to drag him back into the harness again. Then he bade all of his employees a touching farewell, packed his golf clubs, and disap peared in the general direction of Southern California. He was away so long that eventually even the skeptical Mr. Skinner commenced to wonder if, perchance, the 155 156 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES age of miracles had not yet passed and Gappy had really retired. Alas! On the morning of December 24th, Cappy suddenly appeared at the office, his kindly old counte nance aglow like a sunrise on the Alps. Immediately he cited Mr. Skinner to appear with the payrolls of all of the Ricks enterprises and show what cause, if any, existed, why there should not be a general whoop ing up of salaries to the deserving all along the line. The Ricks Lumber & Logging Company had already declared a Christmas dividend; the accounts of every ship in the Blue Star fleet had been made up to date and a special Christmas dividend declared, and, in accordance with ancient custom, Cappy had appeared to devote one day in the year to actual labor. Christ mas dividend checks and checks covering Christmas presents to his employees were always signed by him; it was his way of letting the recipients know that, al though retired, he still kept a wary eye on his affairs. He had writer s cramp by the time he finished, but while the spending frenzy was on him he would take no rest ; so he seized a pencil and, while Mr. Skinner called off the names of the deserving and the length of time each had spent in the Ricks service, Cappy scrawled a five, a ten or a twenty beside each name. Thus, in time, they came to the first name on the Blue Star pay roll. "Matthew Peasley, president ; salary, ten thousand^ dollars a year; length of service, four months," Mr* Skinner intoned. "How about a raise for Captain Matt?" Cappy laid down his pencil and looked at Skinner over the rims of his spectacles. , CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 157 "Skinner," he said gravely, "you re only drawing twelve thousand a year, and you ve been with me twenty-five years ! And here I m giving this boy Matt ten thousand a year and he s been on the pay roll only four months. Why, it isn t fair!" "Remember, he was three years in the Blue Star ships that " "Can t consider that at all when raising salaries. The salaries of ship s officers are fixed and immutable anyhow, and when considering raises for my employees I can take into consideration only the length of time they ve been directly under my eye. Cut Matt s salary to five thousand a year and let him grow up with the business. His dividends from his Ricks L. & L. and Blue Star stock will keep him going, and he hasn t any household bills to keep up. He and Florry live with me, and I m the goat." "I fear Matt will not take kindly to that program, Mr. Ricks particularly at this time, when every ship in the off shore fleet is paying for herself every voyage." "Why?" Cappy demanded. "Well," Mr. Skinner replied hesitatingly, "perhaps I have no business to tell you this, because the knowledge came to me quite by accident ; but the fact of the matter is, Matt is going to build himself an auxiliary schooner " "Good news !" Cappy piped. "That s the ticket for soup ! An auxiliary schooner with semi-Diesel engines, four masts and about a million-foot lumber capacity would be a mighty good investment right now. Every yard in the country that builds steel vessels is filled up with orders, but our coast shipyards can turn out wooden vessels in a hurry; and, with auxiliary power, 158 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES they ll pay five hundred per cent on their cost before this flurry in shipping, due to the war, is over. I don t care, Skinner provided he builds a ship that s big enough to go foreign " "But this isn t that kind," Mr. Skinner interrupted. "No other kind will do, Skinner." "This is to be a schooner yacht " "A what !" Gappy shrilled. "A yacht eighty-five feet over all " "Eighty-five grandmothers ! Why, what the devil does that boy want of a yacht? How much money does he intend to put into her?" "I do not know, Mr. Ricks ; but we can be reasonably certain of one thing; Matt Peasley will not build a cheap boat. She ll have a lot of gewgaws and gadgets, teak rail, mahogany joiner-work at the very least, she ll cost him thirty thousand dollars." "Skinner," Gappy declared solemnly, "he might as well put the money in a sack, go down to Clay Street Wharf and throw the money overboard! The other night I saw a couple of soldiers having a pleasant time in a shooting gallery, but what the president of the Blue Star Navigation Company wants with a thirty- thousand-dollar yacht beats my time. Why, he has more than thirty good vessels to play with all week, and yet he wants a yacht for Sunday! Skinner, my dear boy, that is wild, wanton extravagance." "Well, I dare say Matt thinks he can afford the extravagance." "Skinner, no man can afford it. Extravagance may reach a point where it becomes sinful. And I say it s a crime to put thirty thousand dollars into a yacht when the same thirty thousand, invested in a good GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 159 vessel, will yield such tremendous returns. Skinner, my boy, how did you find out about this yacht non sense?" "I was looking through Matt s desk for a letter I had given him to read, and I ran across the plans. Thinking they were Blue Star plans, I looked them over; there was a letter from the naval architect at tached " Gappy threw down his pencil. "By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet," he cried in deep disgust, "I thought I was going to have a Merry Christmas and now it s spoiled! Good Lord, Skinner! To think of a man throwing away thirty thousand dol lars, not to mention the upkeep and interest after he s thrown it away " "You ve just this very day thrown away about thirty thousand dollars you didn t have to," Mr. Skin ner reminded him. "I do have to. I ve got to keep all my boys happy and satisfied and up on their toes, or what the devil would happen to us? They re my partners when all is said and done, and how am I going to face my Maker if I don t give my partners a square deal? There s a vast difference between justice and extravagance. Skinner, you don t suppose Matt s like every other shellback of a skipper? Why, he s only twenty-five years old; and if he s got the blue-water fever again, after a year ashore, there ll be no standing him at thirty." "Well, he s got it, sir," Mr. Skinner opined firmly. "Did you ever see an old sailing skipper that didn t get it? You remember Burns, who had the Sweet Alfer- etta? His father died and left him a million dollars, 160 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES and five years later he came sneaking in here one day, told you he was tired clipping coupons and that if you wanted to save his life you d give him back the Sweet Alferetta and a hundred dollars a month to skipper her! He sold his interest to his successor for two thousand dollars when he fell into the fortune and five years later he bought it back for three thousand, just so he could have a job again. " "Yes," Gappy admitted; "they all get the blue- water fever after they ve left blue water. I never knew a sailor yet who wouldn t tell you sailoring was a dog s life; but I never knew one who quit and quite recovered from the hankering to go back. I think you re right, Skinner. This yacht is just a symptom of Matt s disease. He realizes his business interests tie him to the beach ; but if he has a sailing yacht that he can fuss round with on week-ends in the bay, and once in a while make a little cruise to Puget Sound or the Gulf of Lower California, he figures he ll manage to survive." Mr. Skinner nodded. "Speaking of yachts," Cappy continued, "the case of old Cap n Cliff Ashley suggests a cure for this boy Matt. Cap n Cliff was a Gloucester fisherman, with the smartest little schooner that ever came home from the Grand Banks with halibut up to her hatches. He couldn t read or write and he d never learned naviga tion ; but he d been born with the instincts of a homing pigeon, and somehow whenever he pointed his schooner toward Gloucester he managed to arrive on schedule; and any time he got a good fair breeze from the west, like as not he d run over to England and sell his catch there. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 161 "Like most of his breed, Cap n Cliff had to have a fast boat ; he had to keep her as immaculate as a yacht in order to be happy, and he was never so happy as when he d meet a squadron of the New York Yacht Club out on a cruise and sail circles round the flagship with his little old knockabout fish schooner. On such occasions old Cap n Cliff would break out a long red burgee with M. O. B. Y. C. in white letters on it. On one of his trips to England he hooked up with a big schooner wearing the ensign of the Royal Yacht Club and dassed *em to race with him. "Well, sir, it happened that the late King Edward was aboard his yacht that day, and you know what a sport he was in his palmy days. Cap n Cliff cracked on everything he had in the way of plain sail and, after holding the King even for a couple of hours, he put his packet under gaff topsails and fisherman s staysail and broke out the balloon jib, bade Edward good-bye in the International Code and flew! About six hours after Cap n Cliff came to anchor, the King loafed up in his yacht, dropped anchor, cleared away his launch, and came over to visit Cap n Cliff and shake hands with him. " My dear sir, says Edward, pointing aloft to the red burgee with M. O. B. Y. C. on it, pray to what yacht club do you belong?* 6 My own bloomin yacht club, your majesty,* says Cap n Cliff; and if he hadn t been a Yankee fisherman the King would have knighted him on the spot ! "And that remark, Skinner, my dear boy, clears the atmosphere in the case of our own dear Matthew. He shall have his own blooming yacht club, only his yacht shall carry cargo and pay her way." 162 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "You mean " "I mean I m going 1 to send him to sea for one voyage, once a year, which will break up that blue-water fever and save Matt thirty thousand dollars as an initial investment, and about ten thousand a year upkeep and interest. All that boy needs to cure him, Skinner, is the old Retriever, totally surrounded by horizon and smelling of a combination of tarred rope, turpentine, wet canvas, fresh paint, green lumber and the stink of the bilge water. Lordy me, Skinner, it puts them to sleep and they wake up feeling perfectly bully! Where s the Retriever now, Skinner, and who is in charge of her destinies?" "She s due on Puget Sound from the West Coast. Captain Lib Curtis has her." "Good news! Well, now, Skinner, you listen to me: The minute he reports his arrival you wire Lib to put the old harridan on dry dock and slick her up until she looks like four aces and a king, with everybody in the game standing pat. Can t have any whiskers on her bottom when Matt takes her out, Skinner, because if the boy s to enjoy himself she s got to be able to show a clean pair of heels. Then write Lib to wire his resignation and give any old reason for it. Have him resign just before the vessel is loaded and ready for sea, and tell him to insist on being relieved immediately. Of course, Skinner, Matt will get busy right away, looking for the right skipper to relieve Captain Curtis and about that time the president emeritus will shove in his oar and ball things up. Every doggoned skipper Matt recommends for the job is going to have his application vetoed by Alden P. Ricks, and er ahem! Harumph-h-h!" CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 163 "Yes, Mr. Ricks." "And you stick by me, Skinner. Follow all my leads and don t trump any of my aces; and just about the time Matt begins to get good and mad at my doggoned interference you know, Skinner, my boy, I m only a figurehead you cut in and say: Well, for heaven s sake ! You two still squabbling over a skipper for the Retriever? Matt, why don t you save the demurrage and take her out yourself eh? And Gappy winked knowingly and prodded his general manager in the ribs. "I guess that plan s kind of poor eh, Skinner? I guess it won t work eh? Particularly when I come right back and say : Well, he might as well, for all the use he is round this office. Here I go to work and appoint him president of the Blue Star and he won t stay in the office and tend to the president s business. Yes, sir! Leaves all that to you and me, Skinner, while he degrades himself doing the work of a port captain. " "All of which is quite true, Mr. Ricks," Mr. Skinner affirmed. "He will not stay in the office and he s getting worse. Two-thirds of his time is spent round the docks." "Well, two-thirds of his time in 1915 will not be spent round the docks, Skinner. Play that bet to win! We re going to have a busy old year in the shipping game in 1915, and a busier one in 1916 if that war in Europe isn t over by then. A voyage in the Retriever will fix the boy up, Skinner, and he ll stick round the office and put over some real business. Yachts! Hah! What does a business man want of a yacht?" "You overlooked one very important detail, Mr. Ricks," Skinner ventured. 164? GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "I overlook nothing, Skinner nothing. His wife shall accompany him on the voyage. I shall implant the idea in her head, beginning this very night as soon as I get home. I ll just tell her she isn t and never will be a true sailor s true love until she takes a voyage with her husband. Romantic girl, Florry! She ll about eat that suggestion, feathers and all, Skinner. She ll do the real work for us. Always remember, my boy, that an ounce of promotion is worth enough perspiration to float the Narcissus." "But what shall we do for a port captain?" "I ve ordered Mike Murphy via Matt, of course to take a vacation under full salary and recover from the wounds he received walloping that German crew on the Narcissus. About the time Matt leaves in the Retriever, Mike will be ready to go to work again or commit murder if we don t give it to him; so we ll slip him a temporary appointment as port captain. I m going to make it permanent some day, anyhow. I sup pose you ve noticed that Mike Murphy has a crush on your stenographer; and I don t see how he s going to put anything over if he never gets a chance to see the girl!" "I really hadn t noticed it, Mr. Ricks." "If it was a ten-cent piece you d notice it," Gappy retorted. "And now that matter is settled, how about this port steward? Is he a grafter? If not, raise him five dollars a month. He s been with us only a year." Late that afternoon, after Gappy had made the rounds of his office, distributing his checks and wishing all hands the merriest of Christmases, he paused at last at Mr. Skinner s desk and laid a thousand-dollar check thereon. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 165 ^ a peep out of you, Skinner not a peep!" he utioned his general manager. "No thanks due me. ju ve earned it a thousand times over and then some. Hum-m ! Ahem ! Harumph-h-h ! By the way, Skinner, my dear boy, I forgot to mention to you an other little idea that s in the back of my head." "You mean about sending Matt to sea for a voy- age?" "Exactly. The sea is a wonderful institution, Skinner wonderful ! It promotes health and strength ; and er damn it, Skinner, my dear boy, have you ever observed that there isn t a married skipper in our employ that hasn t been lucky? Many well-known authorities prescribe a sea voyage " "What for, Mr. Ricks?" Cappy thrust his thumb into Skinner s ribs, winked, bent low, and whispered: "Too slow, Skinner; too slow. I m getting old, you know I can t wait for ever. And if the experiment succeeds Skinner, my dear boy, you re next ! You ve been married more than a year now " "I fail to comprehend " "Grandson!" Cappy whispered. "Grandson!" "Oh!" said Mr. Skinner. CHAPTER XXIV One of the remarks most frequently heard on California Street was to the effect that whenever Cappy Ricks girded up his loins and went after some thing he generally got it. His scheme to get Matt Peasley to sea for one voyage, accompanied by Florry, worked as smoothly as a piston; and on the fifteenth of January the Peasleys went aboard the Retriever at Bellingham and towed out, bound for Manila with a cargo of fir lumber. Matt made the run down in sixty-six days, a smart passage, waited a week in Manila Bay before he could secure a berth and com mence discharging, discharged in a week, loaded a cargo of hemp, with a deckload of hardwood logs, and was ready for the return trip to San Francisco on April twenty-fourth, on which day he towed out past Corregidor. His wife, however, was not with him on the return voyage. Following a family conference, it was de cided that Florry should return home on the mail steamer which action Cappy Ricks considered most significant when Matt apprised him of it by cable, but failed to state a reason. The president emeritus, im mediately upon receipt of this information, trotted into Mr. Skinner s office and laid Matt Peasley s cablegram on the latter s desk. "Well, Skinner, my dear boy," he piped, rubbing his 166 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 167 hands together the while, "what do you know about that?" "Do you er suspect er something, Mr. Ricks ?" "Suspect ? Not a bit of it. I know ! Neither Florry nor Matt would dream of permitting the other to come home alone if there wasn t a third party to be consid ered. Paste that in your hat, Skinner. It isn t done." Cappy was right, for the same steamer that bore his daughter home carried also a brief letter from his son-in-law conveying the tidings of great joy. The old man was so happy he went into Mr. Skinner s office and struck his general manager a terrible blow between the shoulders, after which he declared it was a shame that his years and reputation for respectability denied him the privilege of chartering a seagoing hack and painting the town red! The Retriever crept slowly up the China Sea on the first of the southwest monsoon. At that period of the year, however, the monsoon is weak and unsteady ; and after clearing the northern end of Luzon the Retriever kicked round in a belt of light and baffling airs for a week. Then the monsoon freshened somewhat and the Retriever once more rolled lazily away on her course, with young Matt Peasley humming chanteys on her quarter-deck and pondering the mystery that confronts all mankind in their first adventure in fatherhood. Would it be a boy or a girl? He was expressing to himself for perhaps the thousandth time the hope that it would be a boy, when from the poop he saw something he did not relish. It was the ship s cat coming across the deckload toward him, in his yellow eyes a singularly pleased expression and in his mouth a singularly large rat. 168 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES Matt Peasley stepped below, found an old glove and drew it over his right hand, after which he returned to the quarter-deck. "Come, Tommy!" he called; and pussy came, to be seized by the tail and, still holding fast to his prey, cast overboard. "It s bad luck to do that to a black cat, sir," the mate informed him. Matt Peasley s eyes were blazing. "And it s worse luck still for any mate aboard my ship who neglects to put the rat-guards on the lines when the vessel is lying at the dock," he growled. "You lubberly idiot!" "But I did put the rat-guards on the lines," the mate protested. "Yes, I know you did; but I had to remind you of it," Matt replied. "You didn t get them on in time and now the Lord only knows how many rats we have aboard. Ordinarily I don t mind rats, but an Oriental rat is something to be afraid of." "Why, sir?" "Because they carry the germs of bubonic plague, you farmer!" And Matt very carefully removed his glove and cast it overboard after the cat. "And it s a cold day when you can t find an occasional case of plague in the Orient. The cat caught the rat and mauled it round; hence the cat had to go, because I never permit in my cabin a cat that has been on inti mate terms with an Oriental rat. And now I bet I know what s wrong with that fo castle hand that went into the sick bay the day before yesterday. He com plained of swelling in the glands of his neck and groins." GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 169 The cook left the forward deckhouse and came aft over the deckload. At the break of the poop he paused. "Captain Peasley," he announced, "Lindstrom is dead." "Tell everybody to keep away from him," Matt ordered. He turned to the mate. "Mr. Matson," he announced, "the first duty of a murderer is to get rid of the body. Go forward and throw Lindstrom s body overboard; then stay forward. If you come aft I -until I send for you I ll blow your brains out !" CHAPTER XXV When the Retriever was out from Manila seventy days Gappy Ricks remarked to Mr. Skinner that Matt would be breezing in most any day now. On the eightieth day he remarked to Mr. Skinner that Matt was coming home a deal slower than he had gone out. The efficient Skinner, however, cited so many instances of longer passages from Manila to San Francisco that Gappy was comforted, although he was not convinced. "You make me a type-written list of all those vessels and their passages, Skinner," he cautioned; "and when you can t think of any more authentic cases fake up a few. Florry s beginning to worry. She knows now what it means to be a sailor s wife, and if that doggoned Matt doesn t report soon I ll know what it means to be a sailor s father-in-law. I wish to Jimminy I hadn t sent Matt out with the Retriever. 9 Ninety days passed. Gappy commenced to fidget. A hundred days passed, and Gappy visited the hydro- graphic office and spent a long time poring over charts of the air currents in the China Sea, along the coast of Asia and in the North Pacific. "Skinner, my dear boy," he quavered when he re turned to the office; "I m a most unhappy old man." Mr. Skinner forgot for an instant that he was a business man and, with a sudden, impulsive movement, he put his long, thin arm round the old man and squeezed him. 170 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 171 "If you didn t think so much of him, sir," he com forted Gappy, "you d worry less. She really will not be overdue until she s out a hundred and twenty days." "Skinner," Gappy piped wearily, "don t try to de ceive me. I ve been in the shipping game for forty-odd years, boy. I know it s about six thousand miles from San Francisco to Manila, and if a vessel averages ninety miles a day she s making a smart passage. Matt made it down in sixty-six days, and he ought to come back in sixty, because he has fair winds all the way. Skinner, the boy s a month overdue; and if he never shows up if he stays out much longer Florry ll break her heart; and my grandson think of it, Skinner! think of the prenatal effect on the child ! Oh, Skinner, my dear, dear boy, I want him big and light-hearted and sunny-souled like Matt and to think this is all my doing my own daughter! Oh! Oh, Skinner, my heart is breaking !" Mr. Skinner fled to his own office and did something most un-Skinner-like. He blinked away several large bright tears ; and while he was blinking them the tele phone bell rang. Mechanically Mr. Skinner answered. It was Jerry Dooley, in charge of the Merchants Ex change. "Mr. Skinner," said Jerry, "I ve got some bad news for you." "The the Retriever " Skinner almost whis pered. "Yes, sL. I thought I d tell you first, so you could break it to the old man gently. The Grace liner Eciis- dorian arrived at Victoria this morning and reports speaking the Retriever eight hundred miles ofF the coast of Formosa. The vessel was under jib, lower 172 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES topsail, foretopmast staysail, mainsail and spanker. She was flying two flags an inverted ensign and the yellow quarantine flag. The Ecudorian steamed close alongside of her, to windward. Captain Peasley was at the wheel " "Thank God!" Mr. Skinner almost sobbed. "What was wrong with her, Jerry? Hurry up, man! Hurry up! Tell me !" "He was alone on the ship, Mr. Skinner. Bubonic plague! Killed the entire crew! Matt was the only man immune, and he s sailing the Retriever home alone!" Mr. Skinner groaned. "Good gracious Providence! Why didn t the Ecudorian take him off?" "Credit them with offering it," Jerry replied. "He wouldn t come. He declined to jeopardize the people aboard the steamer and he wouldn t abandon the Re triever with her full cargo; so what could they do? They had to sail away without him." Gently Mr. Skinner broke the news to Cappy Ricks ; for, of course, the United Press dispatches had carried it to the later afternoon editions and it would be useless for Mr. Skinner to attempt to lie kindly. Cappy, with bowed head, heard him through ; when finally he looked up at Skinner his eyes were dead. "Quite what I expected of him, Skinner," he said dully. "And I d rather have him die than dog it! This report from the Ecudorian helps some, Skinner. It will do to keep hope alive in my Florry and every two weeks until the boy is born we ll we ll Oh, Skinner " "Yes, sir ; I ll attend to it. Leave everything to me, GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 173 r. Ricks. I ll have wireless reports and telegrams and cablegrams from every port on earth telling of hips having spoken the Retriever, with the skipper 11 and hearty, and sending messages of good cheer ;o his wife." "You you won t be er stingy, Skinner? You ll end out the Tillicum to find him and tow him in, won t rou? And you ll have real telegrams spend money, Skinner! I ll have to bring those messages home to Florry " "Everything, Mr. Ricks. And I ll start right in by lipping fifty dollars to each of the waterfront re- >orters on all the papers. They re good boys, Mr. licks. I ll tell them why I have to have the service. VIrs. Peasley must have our fake reports confirmed in ;he papers " "For work like that the marine reporters should lave more money," Gappy suggested wearily. His old land reached out gropingly, closed over Mr. Skinner s ind held it a moment childishly. "You re a very great omfort to me, Skinner very great indeed! And you ll come home with me to-night, won t you, Skinner? m a little afraid I want you near me, Skinner in :ase I can t get away with it to Florry." His dry, dead eyes studied the pattern in the office arpet. "Two mates, a cook and ten A. B. s !" he murmured jresently. "One man, even a Matt Peasley, cannot do he work of thirteen men. No, Skinner; it isn t done. 3ne man simply cannot sail a barkentine." But Mr. Skinner was not listening. He was on the ong-distance phone calling the master of the Tillicum, ust about finishing discharge of a cargo of nitrate at 174 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES San Pedro. And presently Gappy heard him speaking : "Mr. Ricks, listen! Grant, of the Tillicum, says Matt would go up the China Sea on the southwest monsoon . . . Yes, captain. You say ah, yes; quite so ... Grant says he d edge over until he got into the Japan Stream, and that would add a knot or two an hour to his speed . . . Yes, Grant. Speak up! . . . Grant says, Mr. Ricks, that about the middle of September or the first of October Matt would run out of the southwest monsoon into the northeast monsoon that s it, Grant, isn t it? He d get them about off Formosa, eh? . . . Yes, Grant. Then he d run into the prevailing westerly winds and run north on a great circle about five hundred miles below, the Aleutian Islands I see, Grant. All right ! Fill your oil tanks and take an extra supply on deck, head into the North Pacific . . . Yes; use your own judgment, of course. Mine s no good . . . Yes ; and bring a lot of disin fectants and a doctor, so it ll be safe to put a few men aboard when you find her and put your hawser on her . . . Yes, Grant. If you find her you ll not have reason to regret it. Good-bye ! Good luck !" "While the T dlicwm is on this wild-goose chase, Skinner," Gappy said wearily, "she is chartered by the Blue Star Navigation Company to Alden P. Ricks personally, at the prevailing rates. The stockholders mustn t pay for my fancies, Skinner. You ll see to that, won t you?" CHAPTER XXVI Excerpt from the log of Captain Matt Peasley relief shipper of the American barkentine Re triever; Manila to San Francisco. May Third. Seaman Olaf Lindstrom died to day, following an illness of thirty-six hours. He was taken with chills and fever on the morning of the second, complained of a severe headache and vomited repeatedly. Removed him from the forecastle to a spare room in the forward house, which on the Retriever has always been used as a sick bay. While being supported along the deck he collapsed, and when the mate undressed him and put him to bed he com plained of soreness in his groins. I examined them and found them slightly swollen. Treated him for ague calomel, salts, quinine and whisky, and one- fortieth-grain strychnine hypodermic solution to keep up his heart action when the fever registered one hundred and four and higher. He grew steadily worse. Could not find anything in my Home Book of Medicine that exactly described his symptoms, and was at a loss to diagnose Lindstrom s case until I discovered the ship s cat with a rat it had just killed. There were no rats aboard the Retriever when she left San Francisco. I recalled that the first night we tied up to the dock in Manila a dirty little China Coast tramp lay just ahead of us; and as I passed her on 175 176 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES my way uptown I saw a rat run down her gangplank. She had rat-guards on her mooring lines. We had just tied up to the dock and I returned immediately and instructed the mate to be sure to put the rat-guards on our mooring lines, and not to use any sort of gang plank. When I returned to the vessel later that night I found that the mate had neglected to put on the rat- guards and logged him for it. Before we left the dock a Chinaman died of bubonic plague aboard that tramp, and the port health authorities put the vessel in quar antine immediately and prevented further spread of the disease. When I saw the ship s cat with a rat, therefore, I knew we had some of that rotten China Coaster s plague rats aboard. Accordingly threw cat and rat overboard just as the cook announced Lindstrom s death. Upon looking up the information on plague, I am now convinced we have it aboard that Linstrom died of it. First Mate Olaf Matson wrapped himself in my old bathrobe, gloved his hands and threw Lind strom s body overboard, following it with the gloves and bathrobe. I am, in a measure, prepared for plague. When I learned we had lain close to a vessel with a case of plague aboard I laid in some plague medicine, on gen eral principles and just to have an anchor out to windward. At the English drug store on the Escolta I bought a tiny bottle of Yersin s Antipest Serum and another of Haffkine s Prophylactic Fluid. It was all they had on hand and it wasn t much ; but it is enough to save me and I intend to be saved if possible. I cannot afford to die now. I do not know how old the Haifkine s Fluid is; and the older it is, the longer it CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 177 takes to render one immune. The antipest serum will render me immune immediately, but the duration of the immunity thus granted lasts, at the most, only fifteen days. I must, therefore, first take a hypodermic in jection of antipest serum to render me immune imme diately and the next day follow with an injection of Haffkine s Fluid, which gives permanent immunity, but not for a week or longer when used alone. There is this devilish tiling about it to be considered, however: I may at this moment be inoculated with plague, for the period of incubation is from three to seven days and I ve fondled that cat every day since we left Manila. If I am already infected and do not know it, and while in that condition take an injection of the antipest serum, the book says the serum will immediately bring on a fatal and virulent attack of the plague ! On the other hand, if I am not inoculated and take the antipest serum I am safe. The question before the house, therefore, is: Shall I take it or shall I not? And if I do take it shall I be saving my life or committing suicide? I am like the fellow in the story who was forced to drink from one of two glasses of wine. He knew one of them contained poison, but he didn t know which one it was ! I shall make my will and flip a coin to decide the issue. May Fourth. Two a.m. Mate reports another sick man in the forecastle. Wish I had some formaldehyde gas. Have told mate to sprinkle chloride of lime in Lindstrom s bunk and to dust the walls and floors of the forecastle and sick bay with it. That is the only disinfectant I have aboard in quantity. At midnight I flipped the coin heads I d take it ; tails I wouldn t. The coin fell heads and I took it. 178 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES Four a.m. Mustered the crew and gave them a lec ture on bubonic plague. I have sufficient antipest serum for four men. After explaining that it was Hobson s choice, I asked the men to draw matches, held in the hand of the first mate, to see who should be the lucky ones. They all decided to take a chance and go without it, with the exception of two seamen and the mates, who, learning that I had taken it, decided to follow suit. Accordingly I inoculated them with the antipest serum. Five p.m. Inoculated myself with Haffkine s Fluid. Seven-thirty. Seaman Ross died. Mr. Matson threw the body overboard. No services. Midnight. Mr. Matson is down with it. May Fifth. Mr. Matson very ill and delirious. Cook moping round like a drunken man; complains of severe headache. Wind blowing lightly from south west. Everything set. Inoculated second mate and the two seamen with Haffkine s. May Sixth. Mr. Matson died at noon today. Cook down with it ; also another seaman, and Mr. Eccles, the second mate. Have altered ship s course and am running for Hongkong. Winds light and baffling. Have not made thirty miles today. Calm at midnight. Mr. Eccles died just as the watches were being changed. I now feel that I have escaped; so examined Mr. Eccles body. He went so fast I am curious. No swelling of the glands at all. Am inclined to think his was pneumonic or septicsemic. Threw him overboard myself. May Seventh. Light and baffling airs all day ; mon soon blowing in weak puffs. Another seaman ill. So ends this day. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 179 May Eighth. Cook died at noon. No buboes on him either. He turned kind of black. I was chief undertaker. No airs to speak of. Ship barely making steerage way. So ends this day. May Ninth. Seaman Peterson died early this morn ing. Do not know exact hour. Found him dead in his berth. Another funeral; no services. Monsoon freshening. Made forty-eight miles today. Two more seamen on sick report ; and, to add to my worries, they are the very two I inoculated with the antipest serum and Haffkine s. Is this stuff worthless? May Tenth. Seamen Halloran and Kaiser died within an hour of each other this evening Halloran at nine-thirty and Kaiser at ten-eighteen. Put both bodies overboard immediately. I have four seamen left, and am doing the cooking, navigating, nursing and undertaking. Wind freshen ing hourly. Made seventy-two miles today. Glad Florry and Cappy Ricks cannot see me now, although, for some fool reason, I have a notion I shall see them again. If I were going to get plague it would have developed before now. I feel quite safe, but most unhappy and worried. Midnight. Seaman Anderson down with it. Jumped overboard to save me the bother of throwing him over board about the day after to-morrow, which is a courtesy I did not expect of Anderson. I am obliged to him. I am exhausted and so are my three remaining seamen. We cannot handle the canvas now, so have taken in the foresail, royals, and topgallant sails, hauled down the flying jib and got the gaff topsail off her, leaving her under the jib, fore-topmast staysail, 180 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES upper and lower fore-topsails, main-topmast staysail, mainsail and spanker. Hove her to and turned in. May Eleventh. After a horrible breakfast, which I cooked, got under way again. Monsoon blowing nicely, but under the small amount of canvas I am forced to carry cannot make more than six miles an hour. Have decided not to run to Hongkong. If I am to lose my three remaining seamen I shall have lost them long before I sight land, and the tug or steamer that hooks on to me off Hongkong will stick me with a terrific salvage bill. If I m going to be stuck I prefer to be stuck closer to home, and if I manage to keep these three men the four of us can sail her home. I ll take a chance and run up the coast of Asia with the Japan Stream until I reach the northeast monsoon. I m certain to be spoken and can send word to Florry. In a pinch, at this season of the year, I can sail her home alone. May Fifteenth. I am alone on the ship. Into the Japan Stream, monsoon blowing the sweetest it ever blew. Lucky thing for me I had the forethought to trim her down; otherwise I should have had to cut away a lot of canvas. And how Gappy Ricks would scream at the sail bill later on ! We were hove to over night when Borden and Jacobsen died, on the thir teenth. McBain complained of a headache and vertigo on the morning of the fourteenth; so I laid to until he died, last night. I was not with him when he passed. What good would it have done? I had breakfast; and after breakfast I found him in his berth, dead. I tossed him overboard, and every last rag of clothing, dunnage and blankets aboard, with the exception of those in my own cabin. Then I burned sulphur in the fore- GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 181 castle, the galley, the cook s room and the stateroom formerly occupied by the mates, closed the doors, and hoped for the best. Slept a lot that day and night; and at eight this morning slacked off my spanker and main sheets, checked in my foreyard and topsail by taking the the braces to the donkey engine, and was off for home. Have established my commissary in the lee of the wheel box. Set up a small kerosene stove I found in the storeroom, and get along nicely. It is quite an art to fry eggs with one hand and steady the wheel with the other, but I managed it three times today. To-morrow I will cook enough at breakfast to last me for luncheon and supper; hence will only have to heat some coffee. Logged fifty-one miles by eight o clock; then lashed the wheel and let her take care of herself while I got steam up in the donkey and hauled in my spanker and mainsail; then I slacked off my foreyard and topsail yards, hove her to on the port tack, hung three red lights on the forestay to show she wasn t under com mand, set my alarm clock and turned in. I have to smile at the ease with which one man provided he is a sizable man and able to stand strain can sail a barkentine before the wind in fair weather. I am not worried. I am not going to have bubonic plague. It is horribly lonely, but I am due for fair winds and I should worry. Even if I should get a blow and have to take the lower topsail off her, I can lower the yard by the topsail halyards until it rests -on the cap; then I ll skip aloft and run a knife along the head of the topsail and let it whip to glory. After that it may blow and 182 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES be damned ! All the clothes the old girl is wearing now will never take the sticks out of her. I ve trimmed her down to jib, lower topsail, fore-topmast staysail, mainsail and spanker. Wish I dared carry the foresail. However, I must play safe. It is awful, though, to be in a ship as fast as the Retriever and have to crawl the way I m crawling. Crawl all day and sleep all night ! Well, sometimes I can crawl all day and night and sleep half a day. We shall see. I used to be able to stand considerable before I hit the beach and got soft. The necessity for firing the donkey every night would soon exhaust my fuel supply ; but I have a deck- load of hardwood logs ! i (Excerpt Jrom the log of Cap t Matt Peasley: ) I am alone on the ship all the rest are now dead" CHAPTER XXVII Four months had passed since the Ecudorian had spoken Matt Peasley off the coast of Formosa; during that period no further news had been received in Cappy Ricks office, although the diligent Skinner, aided and abetted by the waterfront reporters, man aged to have a piece of cheering information for Florry about every two weeks. And, in order to fore stall any possibility of some garrulous girl friend, with a male relative in the shipping business, "spilling the beans," as Cappy expressed it, the old man had taken a house in the country, and came to the office only twice a week to mourn for his lost Matthew and glean what little comfort he could from the empty words of hope Mr. Skinner dispensed so lavishly. "If we can only keep Florry buoyed up with hope until the baby comes !" Cappy would groan. "She s worried; but, strange to say, Skinner, she hasn t the slightest idea he s in any danger. Those fake cable grams and reports of ships speaking Matt each time closer to home have done the trick, Skinner. Of course the boy s dead, and I killed him; but Florry well, she took a trip on the Retriever and knows how safe she is, and I ve had a lot of old sailing skippers down to visit me, and primed them to tell her just how they would get away with such a proposition as Matt s and how easy it would be. Besides, she knows Matt had some plague prophylactic aboard " 183 184 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Yes ; and Fve told her she mustn t show the white feather for your sake," Mr. Skinner interrupted; "and I think she s sensible enough to know she mustn t permit herself to show it for the baby s sake." Cappy bowed his head and shook like a hooked fish. "When the baby s two weeks old I ll tell her," he moaned. "Oh, Skinner, Skinner, my dear boy, this is going to kill me ! I won t last long now, Skinner. All my fault! I had to go butting in. That girl s heart is breaking with anxiety. When she comes down to breakfast, Skinner, I can see she s been crying all night." "Horrible!" Mr. Skinner murmured. "Horrible! We can only hope." On the twelfth of September Florry s baby was born. It was a boy, and a bouncing boy at that ; and Cappy Ricks forgot for the moment he had rendered that baby fatherless, and came up to the city to report the news to Skinner. "Well, Skinner, my dear boy," he announced with just a touch of his old-time jauntiness, "little Matthew just arrived! Everything lovely." Mr. Skinner was about to formulate suitable phrases of congratulation when the telephone bell rang. It was Jerry Dooley up at the Merchants Exchange; and he was all excitement. "Hey, Skinner," he cried. "The Retriever is pass ing in!" "No !" Mr. Skinner shrieked. "It isn t possible !" "It is ! She s coming in the Gate now she s right under the lookout s telescope; and there s only one man on deck " Mr. Skinner turned to Cappy Ricks, put his arms CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 185 round him and jerked the old man from one end of the office to the other. j "He s safe, he s safe, he s safe, he s safe!" he howled indecorously. "Matt s sailing her in. He s sailing her in " "You scoundrel!" Gappy shrilled. "Be quiet! Is she sailing in or towing " "She s sailing in." Gappy Ricks slumped down in his chair, his arms hanging weakly at his sides. "Yes, Skinner," he barely whispered, "Matt s alive, after all. Nobody else would have the consummate crust to sail her in but him. Any other skipper under heaven would have hove to off the lightship and sent in word by the pilot boat to send out a tug. Oh, Lord, I thank Thee ! I m a wicked, foolish, bone-headed old man; but Lord, I do thank Thee I do, indeed!" Half an hour later Gappy Ricks and Mr. Skinner, in a fast motorboat, came flying up the bay and caught sight of the Retriever loafing lazily past Fort Mason. On she came, with a tiny bone in her teeth; and sud denly, as Gappy peered ahead through the spray that flew in over the bows of the launch and drenched him to the skin, the Retriever s mainsail was lowered rap idly. The vessel was falling off by the time the main sail was down and Gappy and Mr. Skinner saw Matt run aft, steady the wheel and bring the vessel up on the wind again. She was now under spanker and the headsails. Matt lashed the wheel and again ran for ward, pausing at the main-topmast-staysail halyards to cast them off and permit the sail to come down by the run. On to the topgallant fo*:::astle Matt Peasley leaped, 186 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES praising his Maker for patent anchors on the Re triever. With a hammer he knocked out the stopper; the starboard anchor dropped and the red rust flew, from her hawsepipe as the anchor chain screamed through it. With his hand on the compressor of the windlass, Matt Peasley snubbed her gently to the forty- five fathom shackle, cast off his jib halyards to let the jib slide down the stay by its own weight, raced aft, and gently lowered the spanker as the American barkentine Retriever, with the yellow flag flying at the fore, swung gently to anchor on the quarantine grounds, two hundred and twenty-one days from Manila. Gappy Ricks turned to his general manager. "Pretty work, Skinner!" he said huskily. "I guess there s nothing wrong with that boy s health. Damn! The quarantine boat will beat us to it ! Matt s throw ing the Jacob s ladder over the side for them." "We can t board her until she passes quaran tine " Mr. Skinner began ; but Gappy silenced .him with a terrible look. "The word can t, Skinner, was eliminated from nr vocabulary some fifty years ago. We can and I will You needn t ; but I ve simply got to ! Hey, you !" 1< the launchman "kick her wide open and show some speed." Despite the warning cries from the quarantine oi cers in the health boat, the launch ran in along tl Retriever s side; Gappy Ricks grasped the Jacob s ladder as the launch rasped by and climbed up with agility that caused Mr. Skinner to marvel. As his silk hat appeared over the Retriever s rail a wii bitten, bewhiskered, gaunt, hungry-looking semi-sava^ GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 187 reached down, grasped him under the arms, snaked him inboard and hugged him to his heart. * Silence for a minute, while Gappy Ricks thin old shoulders shook and heaved as from some internal spasm, and Matt Peasley s big brown hand patted Cappy s back. Presently he said: "Well, father-in-law " From somewhere in Matt Peasley s whiskers Cappy s voice came plaintively: "Not father-in-law, sonny. New title this morn ing six o clock nine pounds grandfather! Eh? Yes ; grandfather ! Grandpa Ricks !" "Boy or girl?" Matt Peasley roared, and shook the newly-elected grandfather. "Boy! Florry fine never lost hope!" A port health officer came over the rail. He shook an admonitory finger at Gappy Ricks. "Hey, you ! Old man, you re under arrest that is, you re in quarantine, and you ll have to stay aboard this ship until she s fumigated. Yes; and we ll fumi gate you, too. Whadje mean by coming aboard ahead of us?" "Cappy," Matt Peasley said, "tell that person to go chase himself! Why, there hasn t been any plague aboard the ship in nearly five months !" Cappy looked up and wiped the tears of joy out of his whiskers. "Scoundrel!" he cackled. "Infernal young scoun drel ! What do you mean by risking my Retriever, sail ing her through the Gate with a crew of one man?" "Take a look at me !" Matt laughed. "I m all hands ! And didn t I prove I m enough men to handle her? The pilots wouldn t board me, and by sailing her in myself 188 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES I saved pilotage and salvage claims. I lost the lower topsail and the consignees are going to find a shortage in those hardwood logs; but that s all except that I haven t had a decent meal in God knows when. Say, Cappy, what does he look like? A Peasley or a Ricks?" "Both," Cappy chirped diplomatically. "Matt, are you all over the blue-water fever?" "You bet!" he declared. "No more relief jobs for me. I ve had plenty, although it might have been worse. It was lonely and sometimes I thought I was going crazy. Used to talk out loud to myself! I had some awful weather; but I just tucked her head under her wing and let her roll, and after I ran into the northeast monsoon, and later into the westerly winds, I had it easier and got more rest. You know, Cappy, when a ship is sailing on the wind, if you lash her helm a little bit below amidships she ll steer herself. Slow work, but I got here; and, now that I m here, I m going to stay here. "Of course, Cappy," he added, "I ve just got to have something with sails to play with; but no more offshore sailing in mine that is well, I m going to stay home for a long time after a while, maybe and meantime I m going to build a little schooner yacht " "For the love of Mike, do !" Cappy pleaded. "I ll be stuck in quarantine with you for a couple of days and we ll kill time drawing up a rough set of plans. And when that schooner yacht is ready, Matt, I ll tell you what I want you to do." "What, Cappy?" "Send the bill to grandpa, Matthew !" "If I hadn t been a case-hardened old fool Fd have CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 189 cheered you on when you wanted to build that schooner yacht last year. I d have saved myself a world of grief." He placed his hand gently on Matt s shoulder and his face was ineffably sad as he continued : "Of course, with you away and your fate undecided, as it were, Matt, that infernal Skinner wasn t worth two hoots in a hollow. Why, the boy flopped around the office like a rooster with its head off, and as a result I ve had to come out of my retirement and keep an eye on things. Thank God, I can let go now. Really, Matt, you have no idea how I long to separate myself from the hurly- burly of California street. What I want is peace and seclusion " "You can have my share of that commodity for the remainder of my natural life," Matt laughed happily, "I want noise and people. I want screaming and yelling and fighting and risks and profits and losses and liars and scoundrels and honest men all inextri cably mixed." He tossed his great sun-tanned arms above his head. "Lord, I want Life," he half shouted. Cappy sighed. These young pups! When they grow to see life as old dogs "Well, Matt, all I ve got to say is that the first man that butts into my private office and starts unloading a cargo of grief on me, is going to get busted between the eyes with a paper weight. I m through with grief and woe. I don t give a hoot what happens to the world or anybody in it. I want peace and a rest. I can afford it and wouldn t I be a first-class idiot not to take it while the taking is good, Matt?" "No more mixing in the shipping end, eh?" Matt asked hopefully. 190 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES Cappy raised his right hand solemnly. "Never again, Matt. I m through with ships and sailors and cargoes and the whole cussed Blue Star fleet can sink and be damned to it, but I ll not lift a hand to save it. Fm THROUGH." CHAPTER XXVIII ALAS! Man proposes, but God disposes. Gappy had smoked his post-prandial cigar next day and was in the midst of his mid-afternoon siesta, when the buzzer on his desk waked him with its insistent buzzing. He reached for the telephone. "My dear," he reproved his private exchange opera tor, "how often have I told you not to disturb me between two and three o clock?" "I knew you wouldn t mind being disturbed this afternoon, Mr. Ricks. Your old friend Mr. Gurney, of New York, is calling." "Old Joe Gurney? By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet! Show him in." Gappy was at the door to meet his visitor when the latter entered. Mr Joseph Gur ney, senior partner of the firm of Gurney & Harlan, was, like Gappy Ricks, a shipping man and a Down- Easter. He and Gappy Ricks had been boyhood friends in Thomaston, Maine, and Gurney & Harlan were the agents and controlling owners of the Red Funnel Line plying between New York and ports on the West Coast. "Well, Joe, you doddering old pirate !" cried Gappy Ricks affectionately. "Come in and rest your hands and feet. I m tremendously glad to see you. When did you drift into town?" He shook hands with Gurney and steered him toward a chair. 191 192 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Ten minutes ago, Alden, my boy. Delighted to see you again, and particularly pleased to see how care lessly you carry your years. I m three months younger than you and I feel like the last rose of summer." "You look it, Joe. Take a leaf out of my book and let the young fellows tend to business for you. Don t let worry ride over you in the shank of your old age, my boy. I never do. Haven t paid a bit of attention to business in the last ten years, and that s why at my age I m looking so fit." "You ll live to be a hundred, Alden." Gappy smiled. "Well," he declared, "I m going to live wnne I have the time. I never expect to be a walking corpse just stalling round in an effort to defer settlement with the undertaker, and I won t be a dead one until the neighbors hear a quartet singing Lead Kindly Light out at my house Joe you look worried. Anything gone wrong with you, old friend? Need some money? Have you married a young wife?" "It s Joey," Gurney confessed miserably. "What? My godson, little Joey Gurney?" "He s big Joey Gurney now." "Yes, and a fine boy, Joe no thanks to you. His mother s influence was strong enough to counteract any impulses for crime he might have inherited from his father." Gurney smiled sadly at Cappy Ricks badinage. "He is a fine boy, Alden, but he s only a boy, and I m afraid he s going to make hash of his young life before it s fairly started." "Booze?" "No." CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 193 "Well, then where did he first meet this woman? * Joe Gurney, Senior, hitched his chair close to his friend s and laid an impressive hand on Cappy s knee. "Alden," he said feelingly, "you and I have been friends, man and boy, for about sixty-five years. I believe we were five years old when we robbed Deacon Follansbee s beehive and got stung to death." "Yes, and we ve both been getting stung more or less ever since, only somehow we still manage to recover and be none the worse for the experience. At least, Joe, we learned about bees. When it comes to boys, however, I ve still got my experience coming. My little chap died when he was twelve, you know. I ve never quite gotten over his loss ; in fact, Joe, I was dreaming of him a minute ago when you called." "You had him long enough, Alden, to realize how I feel about Joey." Gappy nodded. "Let s see," he answered, reflectively pulling his whiskers, "Joey must be about twenty-four years old now, isn t he?" "Twenty-four last Tuesday; and at twenty-five he comes into his mother s fortune. I ve managed his little nest egg pretty well, Alden; invested it all in the vessel property of Gurney & Harlan, and since the war started I ve swelled what originally was a quarter of a million to about a million and a half. His stock in the Red Funnel Line is worth a million at the very least, and the remaining half million is represented by cold cash in bank and bonds that can be converted into cash overnight." "Hum-m-m! Harumph-h-h! Quite a fortune for a youth of twenty-five to be intrusted with. I ll bet somebody will take it away from him before he s thirty." CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "That s a safe bet, Alden. He has a candidate for his money on his trail right now." "And he doesn t realize it?" "Alden, he s only twenty-four years old. What does a boy know at twenty-four?" "Well, Joe, you and I had accumulated a heap of experience and hard knocks at that age, and I seem to remember we each had a little money we d managed to save here and there. I don t agree with you at all on this twenty-four-year-old excuse. My son-in-law, Matt Peasley you remember the Peasleys of Thomas- ton; Matt s a nephew of Ethan, who was lost off the main yard of the Martha Peasley was holding a mas ter s ticket for sail, any ocean and any tonnage, before he was twenty-one. He s not much older than your Joey right now, but, nevertheless, he s president of the Blue Star Navigation Company and worth a million and a half, every dollar of which he has made by his own energy and ability." "Well, of course, Alden, there are exceptions to every rule." "Not if you raise em right and you ve got the right kind of stock to work on and the boy is healthy and normal. Now I know your Joey comes from the right stock ; I know his mother raised him right until he was sixteen when the good Lord took her away from you both; and I know he is healthy and normal. Hasn t he proved that by falling in love? The only conclu sion I can draw, therefore, is that you ve made a mon key out of him, Joe Gurney." "Perhaps I have, Alden; perhaps I have," Gurney replied sadly. "No perhaps about it. I know you have. You sent GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 195 him to college and gave him ten thousand dollars a year to spend. If you wanted to give him a fine educa tion and turn out a man and a gentleman you might have gotten him into the Naval Academy at Annapolis, where he would have learned something of ships and graduated with a master s ticket; after serving a few years and getting the corners knocked off him he could have resigned and you would have had a sane, depend able man to sit in at your desk when you re gone. By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, Joe Gurney, you make me sick ! You re like every other damphool Ameri can father who accumulates a few million dollars in excess of his legitimate needs and then gets all puffed up with the notion he s got to give his son all the so- called advantages his own parents were too poor to afford him or too sensible. The result is you turn out an undeveloped or over-developed boob, too proud to work and not able to take a real man s place in the world because he hasn t been taught how. And in the course of time he marries a female boob who has been raised according to the same general specifications, and nine times out of ten she s too refined to be bothered with a family. And presently there s a trip out to Reno and the little squib in the paper and er ahem ! Drat your picture, Joe, you re the responsible party. You created a ten-thousand-dollar-a-year par asite on the body politic while your boy was still in his teens, and now you want to know what the devil to do about it, don t you?" "That s exactly what I want to know, Alden," Gur ney confessed miserably, "and I ve crossed the con tinent to get your advice. I haven t very many real friends the kind I can open my heart to " 196 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Tut, tut, Joe. Enough of vain repining. Now then, old friend, let s get to the bottom of this thing and see if we can t buy this wreck in from the under writers, salvage it and put it in commission again. Never say die, Joe ! Where there s a will there s a_ lawsuit , or a heartache particularly if the estate makes it worth while. Now then, Joe, you must realize that it s the fashion nowadays, when a fellow has to consult a specialist, to give his personal and family history for three generations back before receiving treatment. So if I am to diagnose Joey s case I ll have to have a history of Joey. Now then ! He gradu ated from college at the age of twenty-two did he not ?" "He didn t graduate, Alden. He was requested to leave." "Hum-m-m! I didn t know that. What for?" "General uselessness and animal spirits, I suppose. It wasn t anything dishonorable. The main contribu tory cause was an alleged poem lampooning some in dividual they called Prexy." "Hum-m-m! And since leaving college what has he done?" "I ve had him in my office." "Joe, answer my question. I know you ve had him in your office. But what has he done? Has he earned his salary?" "I m afraid he hasn t, Alden. Somehow golf and tennis and week-end parties and yachting and big-game hunting in Alaska and tarpon fishing in Florida sort of interfere with business." "Well, that isn t much of a crime, Joe. I never had time to do those highly enjoyable things and I couldn t afford them. When I could afford them and had time GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 197 to do them I was too old. You say the boy is fond of yachting?" "It s his greatest hobby. In his taste for salt water he at least resembles his ancestors. The Gurneys were all sailors and shipping men." "Is he a good yachtsman, Joe?" "He has a schooner that s a hundred and six feet over all and he seems to win pretty regularly with her. I never knew him to get worse than second place in all the races he has entered." "Too bad," Cappy Ricks murmured sadly. "A noble ambition absolutely misdirected. He would have been a skipper and, lastly, a good shipping man if you had only managed him like a sensible father should. Now about this girl he s in love with?" "That happened about three months ago. He met her at one of those roof-garden, midnight cabaret, turkey-trot palaces in New York " "Yes, I know. I always take in the sights when I go to New York, but the last time I was at that one up near Fifty-fourth Street the noise bothered me. And the show was very poor; in fact, after seeing it I made up my mind I was off cabaret stuff for keeps." "You ancient scalawag! What were you doing in a place like that?" "Seeing life as it ought not to be, of course. Your boy Joey took me up there, by the way. In-fer-nal young scoundrel ! He showed me the town and we had quite a time together." Joe Gurney s old eyes popped with amazement. "You went batting round with my Joey an old ruin like you?" "Why not? We behaved ourselves, and besides I 198 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES always trot a heat with the young fellows whenever I get a chance. It keeps me young. I enjoyed Joey a heap, although I could see he was a jolly young jackass. Moreover, I m his godfather, and I guess it was all right for me to tag along and see to it that my godson didn t get into deep water close to the shore, wasn t it? Don t you ever step out with Joey and get your nose wet?" "Certainly not!" Cappy Ricks smiled wistfully. "If I had a son I d pal up with him," he declared. "I d want to get out with him and raise a little digni fied hell once in a while, just to be a human being and keep him from being a mollycoddle. Ahem ! Harumph. So he flagged this damsel in the leg show, eh?" Joe Gurney nodded miserably. "Have you given her the once over?" Cappy de manded. "Yes, I went up there one night. I was afraid some body would see me, so I took along Joey s aunt, Ma tilda. We saw the young woman. She does a dance specialty an alleged Hawaiian hula-hula. It s fake from start to finish." "You show a guilty technical knowledge of the hula, Joe," Cappy reminded him. "But passing that, what s the latest report on the situation?" "Horrible, Alden, horrible !" replied Joe Gurney. "Careful, Joe, careful! Many a wheat-straw skirt and sharks -teeth necklace may conceal a pure and honest heart." "Well, she s been married twice and divorced once, to begin with, and " "That s a-plenty, Joe." CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 199 "And she has just completed her contract in the show and gone out to Reno to acquire a six months residence n order to get rid of husband number two so she can take on Joey." "Who told you all this?" "I found it out by asking." "Have you told Joey?" "No." "Does he know it?" Gurney nodded. "I had one of his young friends, whom I can trust, tip him off in confidence. The news didn t make any difference to Joey. He asked her about it, and she ex plained it all away to his entire satisfaction." "I dare say. And you haven t given any indication to your son that you re on to him and his love affair?" "I thought best to pretend ignorance, pending my arrival at a solution of the difficulty." "Therein you showed a gleam of real intelligence. Having humored your boy all his life you could not ex pect to cross him in his first love affair and get away with it. No, sir-ree ! The thing to do is to put the skids under Joey and his lady love before they know you know it. Tell me more about her, however, before I begin making skids and skid grease." "She is thirty-one years old " Cappy Ricks threw up both hands. "Farewell, O my countrymen !" he murmured. "She has two children one by her first husband and one by her second. They re living with her mother. She supports them from the proceeds of her hula dancing." 200 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Score a white mark for her, Joe. Is she a good looker?" "A brunette, Alden, and Joey s Aunt Matilda ad mitted against her will that she was a beauty. My lawyer tells me, however, that she hasn t an ounce of brains, and proclaims the fact by laughing loudly wh( there is nothing particularly worth laughing at." "I imagine you ve had a detective agency investigat ing her." "I have. She has little education and no refine ment; her people are very ordinary. Her father is a whitewing in Philadelphia and is separated from her mother, who keeps a boarding house in Muncie, In diana." "I m afraid, Joe, she won t do for your daughter-in- law," Gappy Ricks opined slowly. "But don t worry, my boy. You ve come all the way from New York to confide in me and get my advice, and somehow I have a sneaking notion you ve come to the right shop. If there s anybody calculated to put a crimp in love s young dream, I m that individual." "I knew Joey and you were good friends, and be sides, you re his godfather. He thinks a lot of you, Alden, and I kind of thought maybe you might come East with me, see the boy, get him to confide in you and er sort of advise him in the way he should go. I m er well, Alden, I m afraid I feel too badly about this to talk to Joey. I might lose my temper, and besides besides, he s all I have and he reminds me so much of his mother that I " "Yes, yes, I understand, Joe. Leave it to me and I ll advise with him. Yes, I will with an ax handle! And I ll go East with you and tie knots in his tail GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 201 only he won t know anything about it. It may cost you a little money, but I assume expense is no object." "It would be cheap at a million." "Where that boy and your money are concerned you re such an ass, Joe, I m almost tempted to charge you a million extra for the operation. However, con sidering Deacon Follansbee s beehive, and Joey s mother and my godson " Old Joe Gurney took Gappy Ricks hand in both of his, that trembled so with age and anxiety. "Dear old Alden," he declared. "I knew you wouldn t fail me." CHAPTER XXIX For a long time after old Joe Gurney had terminal his visit Cappy Ricks sat in the position whic with him alwaj^s denoted intense mental concentratio] He had sunk low in his swivel chair and swung his legs to the top of his desk; his head was bowed on breast and his eyes were closed. Suddenly he started as if snake-bitten, sat up his desk and reached for the telephone. "Get me the West Coast Trading Company," ordered the private exchange operator, "and tell Mi J. Augustus Redell I want to speak to him. Redell answered presently. ^Gus, my dear young friend," Cappy began briskly,, "I want you to do me a favor, and in so doing I think you ll find you are going to perform one for yourself also." "Good news, Cappy. Consider it done." "Thank you, my boy, but this particular favor isn t! done quite so quickly. I want you to tell that Peruvian partner of yours, Live Wire Luiz Almeida to dig up a specification for a cargo of fir to be discharged on lighters at some open roadstead on the West Coast, and the more open the port and the more difficult it is to discharge there; and the harder it is to get any sane shipowner to charter a vessel to deliver a cargo there, the better I ll be pleased. Surely, Gus, you must have a customer down on the West Coast in some such 202 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 203 port as I describe, who is actually watering at the mouth for a cargo of lumber and is unable to place it with a mill that will guarantee delivery? Look into the matter, Augustus, and see what you can do for me." "Do you want to furnish such a cargo from one of the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company s northern mills and freight it in one of your Blue Star Navigation Company vessels?" "No, I don t want to do it," Cappy replied; "but in this particular case the acceptance of such a cargo and the freighting of it via a Blue Star windjammer, even though the usual demurrage at such discharging ports will cause the vessel a loss, is a consummation devoutly to be wished. Ordinarily, if you made such a proposition to me I d call in the boys from the general office and tell them to throw you out, but well, in this case I m willing to stand the loss, Augustus." "Yes, you are not. Somebody else will recompense you for any loss, Cappy Ricks, never fear. Do you want the West Coast Trading Company to give you a bonus for accepting our order?" "No, my boy. I ll make Skinner sell you the lumber at the regular base price at the mill, plus insurance and freight to point of discharge. And I won t stick you too deep on the freight, even in wartime." "There s something wrong with you this morning, Cappy," Redell declared, highly mystified. "You re too obliging. However, I m not to be outgamed. I have a specification for a cargo of half a million feet for delivery at Sobre Vista, Peru; I ve been trying for a month to place the order and nobody will accept it be cause nobody wants to guarantee delivery. On the other hand, the purchasers have been unable to get any CAPPY RICKS RETIRES ship owner to charter them a vessel to go to Sobre Vista without a guaranty of a perfectly prohibitive rate of demurrage per diem; consequently I had just about abandoned my efforts to place the order." "Fine business, Gus. And is Sobre Vista a rotten port at which to discharge?" "It s vile, Gappy. It s an open roadstead and the vessel lies oif-shore and discharges into lighters. About four days a week the surf is so high the lighters can not lie alongside the ship or be run up on the beach without being ruined, and to complicate the situation they only have two or three lighters at the port. Labor is scarce, too, and the few cargadores a skipper can hire have a habit of working two days and staying drunk for the remainder of the week on the proceeds of those two days of labor. So you can see for your self that discharge in Sobre Vista is very hard on the skipper s nerves, and that if he can work two days a week he s in luck. And when we deduct from those two days all the national holidays and holy days and saints feast days that have to be duly celebrated, not to mention the three hundred and sixty-five days in the year the populace doesn t feel like exerting itself well, Gappy, I couldn t give you anything worse than Sobre Vista if you paid me for it." "May the good Lord bless you, Augustus ! Come down and do business with Skinner on the cargo. Get him to quote you a price f.o.b. ship s tackles at the mill dock and tell him you ll furnish the tonnage when the cargo is ready for delivery. There s no sense in worrying poor Skinner until his worries are due, and when I send a Blue Star schooner to load your cargo for Sobre Vista I m going to have to fight him and mv GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 205 on-in-law, Matt Peasley. But leave it to me, Gus. I ll uarantee the tonnage." "This is certainly wonderful," the grateful Redell bserved. "Thank you, Gappy. What I ll do to those *eruvian customers of mine on price will be a shame .nd a disgrace. Are you going to stick me for any lemurrage on the vessel, Gappy? Because if you are, 11 have to stick my customers in order to get out lean." "No demurrage, Gus, not a penny." "Bully! Then I ll stick my customers anyhow. It nakes the profit all the greater, and since they expect o pay a reasonable demurrage I see no reason why i! should disappoint them." When Redell had hung up Gappy summoned into his presence Captain Matt Peasley. "Matt," he queried, "what schooners have you got liue at any one of our northern mills within the next thirty days?" Matt Peasley pondered and counted on his big fingers. "The Tyee will be in from Valparaiso about that time," he answered. "Have you got her chartered?" "Oh, no. We re using her in our own trade. Skinner will have a cargo ready for her by the time she gets back, although we don t know yet where we will send her." "Well, Matt, you tell Skinner he can t have her and to look around for some other vessel to take her place. I may give her to him at the last minute, but then again I may not. When she arrives at the mill, Matthew, my boy, tie her up to the mill dock to await my pleas- 206 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Why, what the devil are you going to do with the Tyee?" Matt demanded, astounded beyond measure. "I might want to take a cruise for my health and use the Tyee as a pleasure boat," Gappy answered enig matically. "They tell me she s as fast as a yacht in a breeze of wind." "The longer I m acquainted with you, father-in-law," Matt Peasley declared, "the less I know you. You can have your Tyee, but for every day she is held awaiting your pleasure your personal account will be charged with something in three figures. I ll figure out her average profit per day for the last five voyages and soak you accordingly." "Fair enough," quoth Gappy Ricks. CHAPTER XXX Three weeks later Alden P. Ricks arrived in New York. After he had been driven to his hotel and had removed the stains of travel he telephoned the office of Gurney & Harlan and got Gurney, Senior, on the line. "Well, I m here, Joe," he announced. "Have you followed my instructions and cut Joey off at the pockets?" "I have, Alden. He s rather desperate as a result, and has been trying to borrow money by hypothecating the inheritance due him on his twenty-fifth birthday. You see, I didn t give him a second s notice; just told him he was spending too much time in play and too much money for pleasure, and that until he came into his private fortune he would have to earn any money he desired to spend. I have been very firm." "That s the stuff, Joe. And is he trying to earn it?" "Yes, I think so. He s sticking round the office at any rate." "Hum-m-m! That s because it costs money to go anywhere else. Has he succeeded in raising a loan by assigning an interest in his inheritance?" "No, not yet. I blocked him at all the banks and with my old friends, and I do not think he can borrow as much as he needs from any of his friends. They, like him of course, are dependent on their fathers generosity." 207 208 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Fine way to raise a boy ! Bully. Well, I ll be down to your office in about an hour and take you and Joey to luncheon at India House. You haven t forgotten what I wrote you, Joe? You know your part, don t you? . . . Well, see that you play your hand well and we ll save that boy yet." Two hours later the Gurneys were lunching with Cappy Ricks at the one New York club to which Gappy belonged quaint old India House in Hanover Square, haunt of shipping men and shippers, perhaps the best and least-known club in New York City. Joey had been unaffectedly glad to see his godfather; so much so, indeed, that Cappy rightly guessed Joey had designs on the Ricks pocketbook ; for after all, as Cappy admitted to himself, he is a curmudgeon of a godfather indeed who will refuse to loan his godson a much needed twenty-five thousand dollars on gilt-edged security. In expectation of an application for a loan before the day should be done, however, Cappy was careful not to be alone with Joey for an instant, for something told him that only the presence of Gurney, Senior, kept Gur- ney Junior from promptly putting his fortune to the touch. "Well, Joey, you young cut-up," Cappy began as the trio settled in the smoking room and the waiter brought the coffee and cigars, "I see you re getting to be quite an amateur sailor. Your Dad tells me you won your last race with that schooner yacht of yours in rather pretty fashion." "It was a bully race, Mr. Ricks. I wish you could have been aboard with me," Joev declared enthusiastic- ally. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 209 "Hum-m-m ! Catch me on a yacht !" Cappy s tones indicative of profound disgust. "Ricks, you re a kill- joy," old Gurney struck in. "All you think of is making money, and you ve made so much of it I should think the game would have palled on you long ago. I tell Joey to go it while he s young while he has the capacity for enjoyment." "Joe, I tell you now, as I ve told you before, you re spoiling this boy. When he s twenty-five years old he comes into a fortune and you re not even preparing him for the task of handling that money wisely. You bought Joey that schooner yacht, didn t you?" "I bought her cheap," old Joe Gurney protested lamely. "They cost a fortune to maintain, Joe. Now if Joey wanted some salt-water experience you should have sent him to sea as quartermaster on one of your own Red Funnel liners ; presently he would have worked up to second mate ; then first mate, and finally skipper. By that time he would have known the salt-water end of his father s business, after which he could sit in at a desk and learn the business end. Somehow, Joe, when I see a shipping man s son fooling away his time on a pleasure yacht instead of learning the shipping busi ness, I feel as if I d just taken a dose of ipecac." "Godfather is out of sorts," Joey soliloquized sagely, and resolved to wait .a day or two before broaching the subject of a loan. Cappy Ricks surveyed the young fellow severely. "Joey," he began, "I ve no doubt you re quite a sailor on your handsome yacht, in your yachting uniform, with all the real head work to be done by your sailing master " 210 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Not a bit of it," Joey protested. "I m not that kind of a yachtsman. I m the captain tight and the midshipmite, and the crew take orders from me, because I don t employ a sailing master." "Do you mean to tell me that when you go on a cruise to the West Indies you navigate the yacht yourself lay out your own courses and work out your own posi tion?" Joey smiled patronizingly. "Certainly," he replied. "That s easy." "Sure. Play is always easy. But let me tell you, young man, if you had command of a big three-legged windjammer, with a deckload of heavy green lumber fresh from the saws, and ran into a stiff sou -easter such as we have out on the Pacific coast, you d know what real sailoring is like." "Joey could handle her like that," old Gurney de clared with pride, and snapped his fingers. "Could you, Joey?" Cappy Ricks demanded. "I have my doubts." "Why, I think so, Mr. Ricks. I might be a little cautious at first " "Well, I don t think you could," Cappy interrupted. "Well, I do," old Gurney declared with some warmth. "I ve been out with Joey on his yacht and I know what the boy can do." "Bah ! You re a doddering old softy, Joe. Yachting is one thing and sailoring is another. I have an old lumber hooker on Gray s Harbor now, loading for a port in Peru, and I d certainly love to see Joey with her on his hands. I ll bet fifty thousand dollars he couldn t sail her down to Sobre Vista, discharge her and sail back inside of six months." The old schemer CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 211 chuckled. "Lordy me," he continued, "I d like to see Joey trying to make her point up into the wind! She d break his heart." "Look here, Alden," Old Joe Gurney commenced to bristle. "Are you serious about that or are you just making conversation bets? Because if you re serious I m just shipping man enough to call you for the sheer sporting joy of it." "By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, you re on!" Cappy Ricks almost yelled. "Put up or shut up that is, provided Joey is as big a sport as his father and will undertake to sail my schooner Tyee to Sobre Vista and back." "Oh, she s a schooner!" There was relief in Joey s voice. "Why, I ll sail any vessel with a fore-and-aft rig. I thought perhaps you were trying to ring in a square-rigger on me, and I m not familiar with them. But a schooner pooh! Pie for little Joey!" "She s got three legs, and with a deck-load of lumber she s cranky and topheavy. I m warning you, Joey. Remember he is a poor ship owner who doesn t know his own ship." Joey got up and went to a map laid out on a table, with a piece of plate glass over it, to compute the sailing distance from Gray s Harbor to Sobre Vista. He could not find Sobre Vista on the map. "Figure the distance to Mollendo and you ll be close enough for all practical purposes," Cappy called to him, and winkeJ at the boy s father. "A little pep, here, boy," he whispered to Gurney, "and we ll snare him yet." / Joey came back from his study of the map. "I d have the nor west trades clear to the Line," he GAPPY RICKS RETIRES remarked to his father. "After that I d be liable to bang round for a couple of weeks in the doldrums, but in spite of that did you say I couldn t do it in six months, Mr. Ricks?" "That s what I said, Joey." "Take the bet, dad," said Joey quietly, "and I ll take half of it off your hands. I ll give you my note, secured by an assignment of a twenty-five-thousand-dollar in terest in mother s estate to secure you in case Mr. Ricks should win and call you for his winnings but he hasn t a chance in the world." "Money talks," Cappy Ricks warned him and got out his check book. "Joe, I ll make a check in your favor for fifty thousand dollars and you make one in my favor for the same amount. We will then deposit both checks with the secretary of the club, who will act as stakeholder " " Nuff said, Alden P. Ricks. I accept the dare. Sonny, if you re a worse sailor-man than you appear to be, you re liable to cost your father a sizable wad. However, I can t resist this opportunity to put a nick in the Ricks bank roll." Gurney snickered. "Alden," he declared, "you ll bleed for a month of Sundays. Really, this is too easy ! For old sake s sake, I ll give you a chance to withdraw before it is too late." "Let the tail go with the hide, Joe. I don t often bet, but when I do I m no piker. Joey, there s just one little condition I m going to exact, however. I m going to send one of my own skippers along with you on the Tyee, because your license as master on?y permits you to skipper pleasure boats up to a hui .ired tons net register ; so in order to comply with the law I ll have to have a sure-enough skipper aboard the Tyee. But CAPPY RICKS RETIRES tie shall have orders from me to be nothing but a com- ipanion to you, Joey. Once the tugboat casts you off, you are to be in supreme command until you volun tarily relinquish your authority, when of course he will take the ship off your hands. Any relinquishment of authority, however, will be tantamount to failure, and you will, of course, lose your twenty-five thousand." "That s a reasonable stipulation, godfather. I ac cept if father does that is, provided dad lets me in on half the bet." "Better let the young feller in, Joe," Gappy sug gested. "If you don t he might throw the race." "Well, I don t like to encourage the habit of betting, least of all with my own son, but in view of the fact that this is a friendly little bet and er well, you can have half, Joey." "Thank you, sir," said Joey. "Mr. Ricks, when do I start?" Cappy Ricks glanced at his watch. "The sooner the better," he replied. "The Tyee is loading now, but I ll wire them you re coming and to hold her for you. You have time to arrange your affairs, pack a trunk and catch the Lake Shore Limited for Chicago at five o clock. From Chicago you take the " "Never mind. I know the quickest route. Dad, I ll need some money before I go." "How much, son?" "Oh, a couple of thousand, just to play safe. And I ll have to leave you a batch of bills to settle for me." "All right, son, I ll settle them. Here s your two thousand. You can pay me back out of your winnings on the voyage. And never mind about your note or CAPPY RICKS RETIRES the assignment of an interest in your inheritance. If I cannot take my own son s word of honor I don t de serve a son. Just take care of yourself, Joey, because if anything should happen to you it would go rather hard with your old man." He wrote Joey a check for two thousand dollars and took an affectionate farewell of his son. "Now listen to me, my dear young Hotspur," Gappy Ricks commanded him as he shook Joey s hand in fare well. "The schooner s name is Tyee and you ll find her at the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company s mill dock in Aberdeen, on Gray s Harbor, Washington. And don t be afraid of her. She was built to weather any thing. The skipper s name is Mike Murphy, and if you can t get along with Mike and learn to love him before you re in the ship a week, there s something wrong with you, Joey. Just don t start anything with Mike though, because he always finishes strong, and whatever he does is always right with me. When you get out there he ll show you the orders I will have telegraphed him and you have my word of honor, boy, that there ll be no double-crossing and no interference unless you request it." "Right-o !" cried Joey, and was off to earn twenty- five thousand dollars of the easiest money he had ever heard of. "Like spearing a fish in a bathtub," murmured Cappy Ricks dreamily, and tore up the fifty-thousand- dollar check he had just written. "Joe, if your boy is such easy game for a pair of old duffers like us, just think what soft picking he must have been for that nimble-footed lady with the raven hair, the pearly teeth and the eyes that won t behave!" CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "But she s coarse and brainless, Alden. I can t imagine a boy like my Joey falling in love with a woman like that. He ought to know better. Just remember how he was raised." "Fooey ! Joey isn t in love. He only thinks he is, and the reason he thinks it is because she has told him so a hundred times. Can t you just see her looking up at Joey with her startled-fawn eyes and saying: Oh, you do love me, don t you, Joey? As if the fact that Joey loved her constituted the eighth wonder of the world! And she s probably told Joey she ll die if he ever ceases to love her ; and he s kind and obliging and wouldn t hurt a fly if he could avoid it. Why, Joe, you old idiot, you mustn t feel that Joey has disgraced himself. Isn t he planning to marry the woman? Only a decent man a born idealist could hold that designing woman in such reverence. Blamed if it isn t kind of sweet of the boy, although I would love to give him a kick that would jar all his relations including his father!" Old Joe Guraey gazed at Cappy in admiration. "Alden," he declared, "you have a singularly acute knowledge of women." "I employ about fifteen of em round my office; I had several narrow escapes in my youth ; I have had a sweet and wonderful wife and I have a replica of her in my daughter. And I do know young men, for I have been young myself ; and I know old fools like you, Joe, because I ve never had a son to make an old fool of myself over." "Well, now that you ve hooked Joey for a six months voyage, what s next on the program?" Gurney asked after a brief silence. 216 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES Gappy smiled a prescient little smile. "Why, I m going to pull off a wedding," he declared. "I m going to marry Joey to the sweetest, nicest, healthiest, prettiest, brainiest little lady of twenty summers that ever threatened to put the Ricks organi zation on the toboggan. She s my private secretary and I ve got to get rid of her or some of the young fellows in our office will be killing each other." "Here, here, Alden, my boy, go slow! I ought to be consulted in this matter. Who is this young lady and what are her antecedents?" "Say, who s running this layout?" Gappy demanded. "Didn t you come to me squealing for help? Joe, take a back seat and let me try my hand without any advice from you. The girl s name is Doris Kenyon and she s 1 ; an orphan. Her father used to be the general manager of my redwood mill on Humboldt Bay, and her mother was a girlhood friend of my late wife s; so naturally I ve established a sort of protectorate over her. She has to work for a living, and any time there s a poten tially fine, two-million-dollar husband like Joey lying round loose I like to see some deserving working girl land the cuss. As a matter of fact, it s almost a crime to steer her against Joey in his present state. But," Gappy added, "I have a notion that .before Joe} gets rid of that hula-hula girl he s going to be a sadder, wiser and poorer young man than he is at present." "Your plan, then, is to give Joey six months away from his captor in order that he may forget her?" "Exactly. Absence makes the heart grow colder in cases like the one under discussion, and the sea is a great place for a fellow to do some quiet, sane, uninter rupted thinking. The sea, at night particularly, is CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 217 productive of much introspection and speculation on ,he various aspects of life, and in order to make Joey orget this vampire in a hurry all that is necessary is ,o have a real woman round him for a while. The first hing he knows he ll be making comparisons and the con- ,rast will appall him." "You don t mean " "You bet I do. Joey s future wife accompanies him on the voyage, and my bully port captain, Mike Mur phy, and his amiable sister go along to chaperone the party and make up a foursome at bridge. I ve had a naval architect at work on the old cabin of the Tyee, putting in some extra staterooms, bathrooms, and so on, and in order to make a space for the passengers I subsidized the two squarehead mates into berthing with the crew in the fo -castle. Doris always did want to take a voyage in one of the Blue Star windjammers, and I had promised to send her at the first convenient opportunity." "You deep-dyed, nefarious old villain !" "Old Cupid Ricks, eh? Well, it s lots of fun, Joe, this butting in on love s young dream. And I m just so constituted I ve got to run other people s affairs for them or I wouldn t be happy. I do think, however, that this house party on the old Tyee is about the slickest deal I have ever put over. Joe, they re going to be right comfortable. I ve shipped a maid for the girls, and the cook this time is several degrees superior to the average maritime specimen, for there s nothing like a couple of days of bum cooking to upset tempers and I m taking no chances. Also, just before I left I gave your future daughter-in-law her quarterly divi dend you see, when her father died I h?d to sort of 218 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES look after the tamily, and I ran a bluff that Kenyon had some Ricks Lumber & Logging Company stock you know, Joe. Proud stuff! I had to hornswoggle them. Well, as I say, I gave her the money, and my girl Florry went shopping with her. Sports clothes ? Wow ! Wow! White skirts, blue jersey, little sailor hat man oh, man, the stage is set to the last detail! I even had them ship a piano. Doris plays the guitar and has a pleasing voice, and just for good measure I threw in a crackajack cabinet phonograph and a hundred records with enough sentimental drip to sink the schooner." Joe Gurney stared at his old friend rather helplessly and shook his head. Such finesse was beyond his com prehension. "You see, now," Cappy continued, "the wisdom of my course? I insisted that you cut off Joey s allow ance and get him hungry for money. You did and he got hungry. He would have been posted at his clubs in thirty days ; it is probable he owed a few bets here and there ; his tailor may have needed money. Consequently, by the time I arrived on the scene he was ripe for any legitimate enterprise that would bring him in the need ful funds ; we arranged the enterprise and he promptly smothered it. Right off, Joe, your son said to himself: It will be almost a year before I come into my inherit ance, and in the interim I m going to get married, and a married man who lives on the scale my wife will ex pect me to assume is going to need a lot more money than a clerkship in his father s shipping office will bring him. Now, there s Tootsy-Wootsy out in Reno with a five months sentence staring her in the eye before she ll be free to marry me, and I can t very well go out to GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 219 Reno to visit her without running the risk of incurring ny father s displeasure or the tongue of gossip. Con sequently, I have five months time to kill, also, and how setter can I kill it than by a jolly sea voyage in a bally 3ld lumber hooker? I can easily win twenty-five thou sand dollars from my godfather, and that twenty-five thousand will carry us along until dad turns over my mother s estate to me. Fine business ! I ll go to it. And, Joe, he s done gone ! Of course I m going to win his twenty-five thousand bet because he doesn t know what it means to discharge a vessel in Sobre Vista, and Mike Murphy has orders from me to hire all the available stevedores there to do something else while Joey is trying to hire them to discharge the Tyee. Don t worry, Joe ! The country is safe in the capable hands of Mike Murphy." "I see. And the twenty-five thousand dollars you will win from Joey " "Will reimburse me for the extraordinary expense I ve been to in saving your son. If Joey s end of the bet doesn t cover I ll nick you, Joseph, although I figure Joey s end of it will pay the fiddler. He won t miss it out of his two millions. Besides, I ve noticed that the only experience worth while is the kind you pay real money for and Joey has to buy his experience the same as the rest of us." Five days later Cappy Ricks dropped into the Red Funnel Line and laid a telegram on old Joe Gurney s desk. "Read that," he commanded, "and see if you can t work up a couple of cheers." Gurney read : 220 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Aberdeen, Wash., June 3, 1916 "Alden P. Ricks "Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, New York "Joey arrived bung up and bilge free. Had loaded and hauled into stream, waiting for him. Came out in launch, climbed Jacob s ladder and stood on rail, sizing up ship. Saw Doris and almost fell face down on deck. He says Doris is a dream, she says Joey is a dear. Take it from me, boss, it is all over but the wedding bells. "M. CUPID MURPHY." Old Joe Gurney took Cappy Ricks hand in both of his and shook it heartily. "My worries are over, Alden," he declared. "Yc have, indeed, been my friend in need." "My troubles and Joey s are just commencing, hoi ever," Cappy retorted blithely. "However 4 nev( trouble trouble until trouble troubles you is my motl Where s that hundred-and-six-foot schooner yacht Joey s?" "She s at her moorings in Greenpoint Basin. Why! "I want to borrow her for a cruise to San Francis* via the Panama Canal. Joey and his bride can si her back. May I have her, to do what I please wil Joe?" "Alden, don t ask foolish questions. Take her God bless you ! Joey owns her, but I pay the bills ; her skipper takes orders from me." Two days later Joey s schooner Seafarer was stai ing out to sea past Sandy Hook, but Cappy Ricks w* not aboard her, for that ingenious schemer had boardt a train and gone back to San Francisco and his luml and ships. CHAPTER XXXI Cappy Ricks meditations were interrupted by a knock at the door of his private office. "Come in," he piped, and his son-in-law, Captain Matt Peasley, stuck his head in. "The Tyee is sailing in, Cappy," he announced. "The Merchants Exchange has just telephoned." "It s an infernal lie," Cappy shrilled excitedly. "It can t be the Tyee. If it is, she s two months ahead of her schedule, and by the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, I fixed up that schedule myself." Matt Peasley grinned. "Perhaps Joey didn t like your schedule and re arranged it to suit himself," he suggested. "Impossible! That infernal young scoundrel put it over me? Preposterous ! Why, Mike Murphy was on the job. Get out, Matt, and don t come in here again today throwing scares into the old man." Nevertheless, Cappy s confidence in human nature was badly jarred when Captain Michael J. Murphy was announced two hours later. Indeed Cappy could scarcely credit his sense of sight when the redoubtable Michael entered the room. He glared at the worthy fellow over the rims of his spectacles for fully a minute while Murphy stood fidgeting just inside the doorway. "Well," said the Blue Star despot presently, "all I ve got to say to you, Mike Murphy, is that you re certainly a hell of a seaman to stand idly by and 221 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES see that young Joey do me up like this. Give ai account of yourself!" "They re engaged," Murphy protested valiantly. "That s my work, Mike, not yours. Don t take credit that isn t coming to you. I want a report 01 your end of this deal. How does it happen that this boy harpoons me for twenty-five thousand dollars? Have the cargadores at Sobre Vista gone on the watei wagon? Did Joey out-bid you for their services! Have they added a lot more lighters to their lightera^ fleet? Has the surf quit rolling in on the beach i Have the inhabitants of Sobre Vista been converted t< the Mohammedan faith and declined to celebrate saints days and holy days? Is there smallpox in the towi that the quietus has been put on fiestas and fandangoes and has Peru been annexed by Chile and the celebratioi of the national holidays forbidden?" "No, Mr. Ricks. It s the same old manana burg The trouble was that Joey is a better sailorman thai he appeared to be. He cracked on all the way dowi and made a smashing voyage, and, of course, soon as we got there he went ashore. Two othe schooners were there ahead of us. One was loading general cargo and the other was discharging it, an( when Joey heard they had been there a month he investi gated conditions and saw where you had him. Mr. Ricks, he came back as mad as a hatter. Of course saw he would have to wait until the other schoonei were out of the way before he could begin discharging because they had first call on the lighters ; so in view oi the situation and the fact that Miss Murphy and Doris were a bit tired of the ship and wanted to go ashore anc see the back country, I organized a trip for them." GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "You left Joey aboard the Tyee, of course." "Yes, sir. And there s where I made my fatal break. The minute my back was turned the son of a pirate got busy. It appears there was a six-inch waste pipe leading from the crew s lavatory out under the stern of the ship, and this pipe had rusted away and broken off at the flange just inside the skin of the ship some time during the vessel s previous voyage. Of course it happened while she was homeward bound in ballast, and was standing so high out of the water that this vent where the pipe was broken was above the water- line; consequently not enough of a leak developed to be noticeable. At the mill dock, however, after we got her under-deck cargo aboard, the vessel had settled until this vent was under water, and immediately she developed a mysterious leak. In fact, due to the enor mous pressure, the water came in faster than the pumps could handle it. Fortunately, however, we discovered where the leak was, though it was then too late to mend it. To do so we would have had to take out the under- deck cargo again. So I just whittled out a six-inch wooden plug, fastened it to the end of the boat hook, ran it down the narrow space through which the broken pipe led, found the vent, hammered the plug home, stopped the leak, pumped out the well, finished taking on cargo and sailed for Sobre Vista." "A small leak will sink a great ship," Gappy Ricks murmured. "I think I anticipate the blow-off, Mike; but proceed." "Unfortunately for us that cargo of lumber we had was for the Peruvian government. They were going to use it in the construction of barracks or a new customhouse or something and Joey knew this. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES And he knew about that plug. So the minute my back was turned he pulled out the plug and the water came in and trickled all through the cargo and the ship commenced to settle. But Joey didn t care. He knew a little salt water couldn t hurt the lumber. When the top of the Tyee s rail was flush with the water he plugged the hole again, got his crew busy with the pumps, and by judiciously plugging and unplugging that leak he kept the crew pumping all day and all night without raising the vessel an inch, and the people ashore could see the streams of water cascading over side and the crew pumping like mad. And presently Joey gave up, went ashore, sought the captain of the port and put up a hard luck story about a leak in his ship a leak he couldn t find anywhere a leak that was getting away from him, because his men were too exhausted to do any more pumping. And he said his ship would get water-logged and settle until the surf began to break over her. And presently the deck lashings would part under the battering of the surf and the deck load would go by the board. Half of it would drift out to sea, and the other half would pound on the beach and get filled with sand, which would dull the saws and planes of the carpenters when they came to cut it up. Also, the ship s cabin would be sure to go, and unless he had help he would have to abandon the vessel and she would lie there, submerged, at anchor, a menace to the navigation of the port." "The scoundrel! The in-fer-nal young scoundrel!" cried Cappy Ricks. "Well, he got away with it, sir. Remember our cargo was for the Peruvian government and they d had the devil s own time getting it; consequently they GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 225 couldn t afford to lose any part of it and have their anchorage ground menaced by a derelict. So the cap tain of the port took it up with the commandant of the local garrison, and the commandant, as Joey expressed it, heard the Macedonian cry and got busy. He com mandeered all the lighters the other schooners were us ing; the soldiers rounded up the cargadores at the point of the bayonet, and they started discharging the American schooner Tyee, with the spiggoty soldiers swelling Joey s crew at the pumps and Joey doing business with that wooden plug according to the re quirements. Fortunately there weren t any surf days that week, and the way the cargo poured out of the Tyee was a shame and a disgrace. And when it was all out Joey plugged the leak again, pumped out the ship, and wired me at Mollendo to hurry back with the ladies or he d sail without me. So you can see for yourself, Mr. Ricks, it was a hard hand to beat. And his luck held. He cracked on all the way home and, as you know, sir, the Tyee is fast in a breeze of wind, and you told me not to interfere unless he asked me to." Despite his disappointment Cappy Ricks lay back in his chair and laughed until he wept. "Oh, Mike," he declared, "it s worth twenty-five thousand dollars to know a boy who can pull one like that. What do you think of him, anyhow?" "He ll do. His father has spoiled him, but not al together. I think a heap of him, sir. Remember I ve been shipmates with him a trifle over four months, and that s a pretty good test." "Very well, Mike. I forgive you, my boy. I hope Miss Murphy enjoyed the trip. Tell her " GAPPY RICKS RETIRES The door opened and Joey Gurney, accompanied by Miss Doris Kenyon entered unannounced. "Hello, godfather," yelled Joey joyously. He jerked the old man out of his chair and hugged him. "I m back with your schooner, sir. She was easy to navi gate, but that was a cold deck you handed me in Sobre -Vista "Glad to see you, Joey, glad to see you," Gappy in terrupted. "Ah, and here s my little secretary again. Miss Kenyon, this is a pleasure " "Mr. Ricks," Joey interrupted him, "the lady s name is no longer Miss Kenyon. She is now Mrs. Joseph K. Gurney, Junior. The minute we got ashore at Meiggs wharf and could shake the Murphys, who stood out till the last for a church wedding, we char tered a taxicab, went up to the City Hall, procured a license, rounded up a preacher and got married. What do you know about that?" "You re as fast as a second-story worker, Joey. I shall kiss the bride." And Gappy did. Then he sat down and stared at the fruit of his cunning labors. "Well, well, well !" cried Joey. "Kick in, godfather, kick in. You owe me twenty-five thousand dollars, and if I m going to support a wife I ll need it." Gappy summoned Mr. Skinner, who felicitated the happy pair and departed pursuant to Cappy s order, to make out a check for Joey. "And now," said Gappy, as he handed the groom his winnings, "you get out of here with your bride, Joey, and I ll telephone Florry and we ll organize a wedding supper. And to-morrow morning, Joe} 7 , I d like to see you at ten o clock, if you can manage to be here." Joey promised, and hastened away with his bride. CHAPTER XXXII True to his word he presented himself in Cappy s Ikir promptly at ten next morning. The old gentleman was sitting rigidly erect on the extreme edge of his chair ; in his hand he held a typewritten statement with a column of figures on it, and he eyed Joey very ap- praisingly over the rims of his spectacles. "My boy," he said solemnly, "sit down. I m awfully glad you cabled that hula-hula girl of yours in Reno that the stuff was all off." Joey s mouth flew open. "Why why, how did you know?" he gasped. "I know everything, Joey. I m that kind of an old man." Joey paled. "Oh, Mr. Ricks," he pleaded, "for heaven s sake don t let a whisper of that affair reach my wife." He wrung his hands. "I told her she was the only girl I had ever loved that I d never been engaged before that I oh, godfather, if she ever discovers I ve lied to her " "She ll not discover it. Compose yourself, Joey. I ve seen to all that. I knew you d give Doris the same old song and dance; everybody s doing it, you know, so I took pains to see to it that you ll never have to eat your words." "I must have been crazy to engage myself to that woman," Joey wailed. "I don t know why I did it 227 228 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES I don t know how it happened Oh, Mr. Ricks, please believe me !" "I do, Joey, I do. I understand perfectly, because at the tender age of twenty-four I proposed marriage to a snake-charmer lady in the old Eden Musee. She was forty years old if she was a day, but she carried her years well and hid the wrinkles with putty, or some thing. Barring a slight hare-lip, she was a fairly hand some woman in the dark." He reached into a com partment of his desk and drew forth a package of letters tied with red ribbon. "You can have these, Joey," he announced; "only I shouldn t advise keeping them where your wife may find them. They are your letters to your Honolulu lady." Joey let out a bleat of pure ecstacy and seized them. "You haven t read them, sir, have you?" he queried, blushing desperately. "Oh, yes, my boy. I had to, you know, because I was buying something and I wanted to make certain I got value received. Pretty gooey stuff, Joey ! Read aloud, they sound like a cow s hoof settling into a wet meadow !" "I m so glad she took it sensibly," Joey announced, for he was anxious to change the topic of conversation. "I suppose she saw it was the only way." "No, she didn t, my son. Don t flatter yourself. On your way out West to join the Tyee you wrote her every day on the train. You told her about your bet with me, and who I was and all about me. Lucky for you that you did, and doubly lucky for you that you cabled her the jilt from Sobre Vista, or she would not have come to me with her troubles. Joey, that must have taken courage on your part. It s mighty hard for GAPPY RICKS RETIRES a gentleman to cable a lady and break an engagement. That s the lady s privilege, Joey." "I I was desperate, Mr. Ricks. I had to. I had to have her out of the way by the time I got back, or Doris might have found it out. You see, I wanted to clear the atmosphere." "Well, you clouded it for fair ! You see, Joey, in all those letters it appears that you never once mentioned the words marriage or engagement. But your cable gram was an admission that an engagement existed, and the lady was smart enough to realize that. It appears also that about a week after you cleared for Sobre Vista her annoying husband was killed by a taxicab in New York, so that saved her any divorce proceed ings; and when your cablegram reached her she was a single lady who had been heartlessly jilted. The first thing she did was to hire a lawyer, and the first person that lawyer called on was Alden P. Ricks, the old family friend. It appears a suit for breach of promise was to be instituted unless a fairly satisfactory financial settlement could be arrived at." "How much did she want?" Joey barely whispered the words. "Only a million." "How much did you settle for? I ll pay it out of my inheritance, Mr. Ricks. Don t worry ! I won t see you stuck, for you ve stood by me through thick and thin." "Why, I didn t give her anything, Joey. I just had her lawyer bring her on to San Francisco for a confer ence. Of course when lunch time came round and I hadn t heard any proposition I felt I could submit to your father, I invited Miss Fontaine and her lawyer to luncheon with me in the Palace Hotel Grill, and while 230 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES we were lunching, who should come up and greet me but my old friend, the Duke of Killiekrankie, formerly Duncan MacGregor, first mate of our barkentine Re triever. Mac is an excellent fellow and for some time I had felt he merited promotion. So I made him a duke. "Well, the duke was awfully glad to see me, and being a gentleman I couldn t do less than introduce him to the lady and her lawyer. He only stayed at our table a minute and then rejoined his friends, but all during the meal I could see Betsy Jane s mind wasn t on her breach-of-promise suit. She asked me several questions about the duke, and I told her I didn t know much about him except that he was sinfully rich and a globe-trotter, and that we d met in Paris. Lies, Joey, but pardonable, I hope, under the circumstances. "Well, Joey, it seems that she and the duke were registered at the same hotel and I ll be shot if his lord ship didn t meet her by accident, of course in the lobby that afternoon. He lifted his hat and she smiled and they had a chat. The next day she cut an engage ment with her lawyer and me to go motoring with the duke in my French car, and Florry s chauffeur driving, for, of course, the duke was an expensive luxury and I was trying to save a dollar wherever possible. That night the duke gave a dinner party in honor of the lady and he gave it aboard his yacht, the Doris, formerly the Seafarer, right out here in San Francisco har bor " Joey went up and put his arm round Cappy s shoul ders. "Oh, Cappy Ricks, Gappy Ricks !" he cried, and then his voice broke and his eyes filled with tears. "Yes," Cappy continued, "I had sort o suspected she CAPPY RICKS RETIRES might pull that breach-of-promise stuff on you, Joey " "What made you suspect it?" "Why, I sort of suspected you were going to marry Doris Kenyon " "You planned to get us together on the same ship !" "Only place I could think of where you were safe from the Honolulu Tady and couldn t run away from Doris, Joey. Well, as I say, I had sort of suspected she might sue you and disgrace you and break the heart of that little girl I d picked out for you long before you ever met her so I started to get there first and with the heaviest guns. I borrowed your yacht for the duke and had him sail her round himself, so he d have her here to give the dinner party on. Then I got a Burke s peerage and told MacGregor who he was and had him study up on his family history and get ac quainted with his sister, Lady Mary, and his younger brother, the Honorable Cecil Something-or-other in particular he was not to forget to rave about the grouse shooting in Scotland." Cappy paused and puffed his cigar meditatively for half a minute. "Joey," he continued, "any time you run a bluff, run a good one. If you re starring a globe-trotting duke, have his ancestry all straightened out in advance, because he s bound to break into the newspapers and the motto of the newspaper editor is Show me. And the yacht just one of the props of the comedy, Joey; and with a little cockney steward in livery to say Your ludship ; and the name of the yacht changed in case she d ever heard you speak about the Seafarer; CAPPY RICKS RETIRES and the cabin done over in white enamel with mahogany trim ; and a new set of -dishes with your family crest and the name of the yacht on every piece in case you had ever had her aboard; and a private secretary borrowed him from my general manager, Skinner, by the way we were certainly there when it came to throwing the ducal front. And we got away with it, for Mac- Gregor s accent is just Scotchy enough, and he comes of good family and has excellent manners. Yes, I must say Mac made a very comfortable duke. Skinner s young man tells me it would bring tears of joy to your eyes to see him kiss the lady s hand. "Well, Joey, the upshot of it was that after pay ing violent court to the lady for two weeks Mac said he could have pulled the stunt the night of the dinner, for she fell for the title right way, but I told him to make haste slowly the duke received a cable gram calling him home from his furlough. Oh, yes, Joey, I had him in the army. Any young unattached duke that doesn t join the British army these days doesn t get by in good society, and I had my duke on a six months furlough to recover from his wounds. Fortunately a bunch of cedar shingles had fallen on Mac s foot recently and he was dog lame, which strengthened the play. "Of course the duke was up in the air right away. In a passionate scene he confessed his love for that damsel of yours, Joey, and laid his dukedom at her feet. Would she marry him P. D. Q. and help him sail the yacht home? Would she? Oh, darling, this is so sudden! she cried, and almost swooned in his arms. From a cabaret to a dukedom. Some jump! Sail the yacht home to England through the mine fields am CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 233 submarines? Perfectly ripping, by Jove! I give you my word, Joey, she tacked on one of those New York British accents for the duke s special benefit. There was a lot of beam to her a s, Mac told me, but blamed little molded depth to her mentality. So they were married in haste, and after the duke had seen his bride in the elevator bound for their rooms at the hotel, he excused himself to get a highball. And I guess he got the highball, because I find it in this expense account he turned in to me." "It sounds like a fairy tale," Joey murmured in an awed voice. "What did the duke do next ?" "Came right down to this office and informed me he was plumb weary of the life of a bon vivant and was anxious to get to sea again. So I made him master of a new steamer we acquired recently, and he s gone out to Vladivostok with munitions for the Russians." "But didn t you give him some money, Mr. Ricks ?" "No. Why should I? Didn t I give him command of a steamer? You can slip him a fat check if you feel that way about it, but I never coddle my skippers, Joey, until I m sure they re worth while. I think, how ever, that Mac will make good. He s very thorough." "Wha what became of Ernestine?" "Oh, by Godfrey, that s a sad story, Joey. It seems she waited at the hotel for the duke to come back and he didn t come, so the following morning she went down to the water front looking for the yacht and the yacht was gone. During the night I d had it towed over to Sausalito; consequently the launchman she hired couldn t find it down in Mission Bay, and back to the beach she came. After a couple of days had passed, however, she commenced to smell a rat, so she CAPPY RICKS RETIRES came down to my office and asked me if Fd seen any thing of the duke. " Why, yes, I have, I told her. The old duke came in here yesterday afternoon, soused to the guards, and complaining he d been cruelly deceived into marrying a two-time loser with a couple of youngsters, and inas much as he was certain the family wouldn t receive her he was leaving the United States immediately, never to return. " And this morning the justice of the peace who per formed the ceremony mailed him the license, which has been duly recorded in the office of the Secretary of State in accordance with law; and inasmuch as the license was sent to him in my care I am holding it in our safe until he calls for it. "Well, Joey, she looked at me and she knew the stuff was all off. She d married the duke; I had the license to prove it, and of course she realized her breach of promise suit and claim for a million dollars worth of heart balm would be laughed out of court if she had the crust to present it. So she did the next best thing. She abused me like a pickpocket and ended up by get ting hysterical when I told her how I d swindled her. When she got through crying I lectured her on the error of her ways and suggested that inasmuch as she had had one divorce already, another wouldn t be much of a strain on her, and I d foot the bill for separating her legally from John Doe, alias the duke, on a charge of desertion. Then I offered her a thousand dollars and a ticket back to New York for the surrender of all your letters to her and that infernal cablegram and a release of all claims against you. I guess she was broke for she grabbed it in a hurry, Joey. The atmosphere is CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 235 now clear, my son, and nothing further remains to be done in the premises, save settle the bill of expense. Fortunately the Tyee made money on that fast voyage under your command, but the cost of bringing the yacht round from New York, doing over the cabin, buying the new dishes with the crest, and settling with the lady should rightfully be borne by you. As I say, the duke was expensive, for the rascal certainly rolled em high. Skinner has made me up a statement of the total cost, with interest at six per cent to date, and it appears, Joey, that you owe your godfather $12,143.18. On the day you come into your inheritance, add six per cent to that sum and send me a check." "But the twenty-five thousand dollars I won from you " Joey began, but Gappy held up a rigid finger, enjoining silence. "I am going to stick your dub of a father for that, as a penance for his sins of omission, Joey ; for by the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, if ever a boy won a bet and was entitled to it, you re that young man. In-fer-nal young scoundrel ! Keep it and split fifty-fifty with your wife. You won a straight bet from a crooked gambler, and if I haven t had a million dollars worth of fun out of this transaction I hope I may marry a hula-hula woman and I ve passed my three score and ten and ought to know better!" "But about this man MacGregor " "Don t worry about him. The Scotch are a hardy race and Mac is a sailor. Joey, I know sailors. The scoundrels have a wife in every port !" CHAPTER XXXIII DURING the period when Joey Gurney was busy doing all that Cappy Ricks desired him to do and some things that were slightly off Cappy s pro gram, the president emeritus of the Blue Star Naviga tion Company and allied interests was discovering that it is one thing to declare for the simple life and quite another to live it. The Great War challenged so much of the Ricks interest that he could not bear to live far from morning and evening editions and he wanted them red hot off the presses. Things were doing in the shipping world. The most inconceivable trades were being consummated daily, freights were soaring, lumber prices had reached an unprecedentedly high level and promised to go higher; there was something doing every minute and not enough minutes in a working day to accommodate half of these somethings. What more natural, therefore, than that Cappy presently should find himself caught in the maelstrom, even though he told himself daily that, come what might he would keep out of it. The first indefinite evidence that he was about to be engulfed came in the form of a newspaper story, ex the steamer Timaru, from Sydney, via Tahiti. There it was, as big as a church a paragraph of it, tucked away in a column-and-a-half story of the bombardment of Papeete by the German Pacific fleet early in Septem ber of 1914: 236 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 237 "An incident of the bombardment was the sinking of the German freight steamer Valkyrie by shells from the Ger man fleet. The vessel had been captured by the French gunboat Zeile some weeks previous and was at anchor in the harbor, under the guns of the Zeile, when the German squadron appeared off the entrance. The gunboat imme diately was made the target for the German guns, and sunk. During the attack, however, a wild shell missed the Zeile and struck the Valkyrie, tearing a great hole in her hull and causing her to sink in ten fathoms at her anchor age." Ten fathoms! Sixty feet! Why, at that depth Cappy should have known that her masts and funnel would be above water ; that in all probability she car ried war- risk insurance; that she was so far from anywhere the underwriters would have abandoned her, even had she not been a prize of war, since there are no appliances in Papeete for salving a vessel of her size; that she could be raised if one cared to spend a little money on doing it; that one projectile prob ably had not ruined her beyond repair; that she was a menace to navigation in Papeete Harbor and hence would have to be gotten out of the way, either by dyn amite or auction; that well, any number of thats should have occurred to Cappy Ricks to suggest the advisability of keeping track of the wreck of the Val kyrie. However, for some mysterious reasons his re sentment against the German cause, probably the golden prospect never appealed to him, for when he had finished reading the article he merely said: "Well, what do you know about that? Skinner, it s a mighty lucky thing for that German admiral that I m not the Kaiser, for I d certainly make him hard CAPPY RICKS RETIRES to catch. The idea of sinking that fine steamer and a German steamer at that ! Here was the little old French gunboat, about as invulnerable as a red-cedar shingle; and instead of moving into proper position and raking her with their light guns instead of calling on her to surrender these Germans had to go to work in a hurry and inaugurate a campaign of frightfulness. The minute they were off the harbor Zowie ! Blooey ! Bam ! It was all over but the cheering, and they d chucked an eight-inch projectile through a ship that was worth four of the gunboat. "Skinner, that s what I call spilling the beans. Why they didn t take their time, recapture that freighter and give her skipper a chance to hustle across to San Francisco or Honolulu and intern, is a mystery to me. The idea! Why, for that German fleet to waste am munition on that Jim-Crow town and a hand-me-down gunboat was equivalent to John L. Sullivan whittling out a handle on a piece of two-by-four common fir in order to attack a cockroach!" Cappy was so incensed that he growled about the Germans for an hour. Then he forgot the Valkyrie, notwithstanding the fact that the press jogged his memory again when the German fleet, deciding that prudence was the better part of valor, fled from the Pacific to escape the Japanese, only to be destroyed in the South Atlantic by the British fleet. A resume of the operations of the German squadron in the Pa cific brought forth mention of the destruction of the Zeile and the Valkyrie. However, Cappy s mind was not in Tahiti now, but off the Falkland Islands, for he was very much pro-Ally and devoted more thought GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 239 to military and naval strategy than he did to the lumber and shipping business. However, the climax of Cappy s indignation over the disaster to the Valkyrie was not attained until a few months later when, in conversation on the floor of the Merchants Exchange with the skipper of the schooner Tarus, who happened to have been in Papeete at the bombardment, he learned he had done the Ger man admiral a grave injustice. He came back to his office, boiling, declaring the French were a crazy nation, and that, after all, he could recall meeting one or two fine Germans during the course of a fairly busy career. He summoned Mr. Skinner and Matt Peasley to hear the sordid tale. "Remember that steamer Valkyrie the Germans were supposed to have sunk by accident in the harbor of Papeete during the bombardment in September of 1914?" he queried. "I believe I read something about it in the papers at the time," Mr. Skinner replied. "What about her?" Matt Peasley demanded. "Why, the Germans didn t sink her at all, Matt! The Frenchmen did it," Gappy shrilled. "The crazy, frog-eating jumping- jacks of Frenchmen! The tramp wasn t flying the German flag naturally the French men had hauled it down ; so the Germans didn t investi gate her. Besides, they were in a hurry you ll re member the Japs were on their trail at the time ; so they just devoted forty minutes to shooting up the town, and beat it. I don t suppose they ever knew they hit the Valkyrie; perhaps they figured that, having sunk the gunboat, the Valkyrie could up hook and away 240 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES at her leisure, since there was nothing left to prevent her. "Huh! Makes me sick to talk about it; but the skipper of the Tarus was there at the time and he tells me that, though the Valkyrie was pretty well down by the stern, her bulkheads were holding and she wouldn t have sunk if those blamed Frenchmen, fearful that the German fleet was coming back after her, hadn t gone aboard and opened her sea cocks ! Yes, sir. Rather than risk having her recaptured, they opened her sea cocks and sunk her ! And, at that, they didn t have sense* enough to run her out to deep water. No ! They had to do the trick as she lay at anchor; and there she lies still, a menace to navigation and a perennial reminder to those Papeete Frenchmen that he who acts in haste will repent at leisure." To this outburst Mr. Skinner made some perfunctory remark, attributing the situation to a lack of efficiency, while Matt Peasley went back to his office and grieved as he reflected on the corrosive action of salt water on those fine, seven-year-old engines. CHAPTER XXXIV Time passed. Mr. Skinner developed a pallor and irritability that bespoke all too truly an attack of nerves, from overwork, and sore against his will was hustled off to Honolulu for a rest while Cappy Ricks had the audacity to take charge of the lumber business. Whereupon Mr. J. Augustus Redell, of the West Coast Trading Company, discovered the unpro tected condition of the Ricks Lumber & Logging Com pany and promptly, in sheer wanton deviltry, pro ceeded to sew Cappy Ricks up on an order for a million grape stakes. A word here regarding the said J. Augustus Redell. He was a blithe, joyous creature, still in the sunny thirties, and what he didn t know about the lumber business particularly the marketing of lumber prod ucts could be tucked into anybody s eyes without im pairing their eyesight. Mr. Redell had fought his way up from office boy with the Black Butte Lumber Company to lumber broker with offices of his own. He had owned a retail yard in which business he had gone "bust" for more money than the world appeared to contain. But he had fought his way back and paid a hundred cents on the dollar, including some hundred and forty thousand dollars he had owed the Ricks mills at the time of his collapse. Because he was young and fine and good-natured and brave and brilliant, Cappy had always admired J. Augustus Redell, but after the 241 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES latter had* so splendidly re-established his credit and formed a partnership with a Peruvian gentleman, one Senor Luiz Almeida, known locally as Live Wire Luiz, Cappy found that he had for the genial J. Augustus an admiration that amounted to affection. The West Coast Trading Company, under which title Live Wire Luiz and J. Augustus Redell did a lumber brokerage business with Mexico, Central American and South American countries principally, had Cappy Ricks* en tire confidence, although he would have died rather than admit this. Live Wire Luiz he ignored and always dismissed as a factor in the affairs of that company, but whenever Redell had a deal on that was too heavy for his financial sinews, Cappy could always be de pended upon to lend a helping hand. On his part, Redell revered Cappy Ricks as only an idealistic and naturally lovable rascal of a boy can revere an ideal istic and lovable old man. To J. Augustus Redell little, old, naive, whimsical, gentle, terrible, brilliant, cunning, generous, altruistic, prudent, youthful old Cappy Ricks was a joy forever. With the impishness of his tender years, Mr. Redell could conceive of no greater joy than picking on Cappy Ricks just to see the latter fight back. Quite early in thfcir friendship, the astute Redell discovered a rift in Cappy s armor two rifts, in fact. The first was that Cappy feared and loathed old age and fiercely resented even the most shadowy intima tion that with age he was, to employ a sporting phrase, "losing his punch." The second weakness that lay exposed to Redell was Cappy s passion for wringing a profit, by ingenious means, from apparently barren soil where no profit had ever hitherto burgeoned. At CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 243 heart Cappy was a speculator; only the fact that he was a prudent and careful speculator had conduced to enrich him rather than impoverish him. Now, Cappy was fully convinced, from optical evi dence, that J. Augustus Redell was a gambler. He admired RedelPs genius for business, the soundness of his decisions, the alertness of his mind and the bril liance of his financial coups, but he deprecated the younger man s daring. Cappy called it recklessness. By degrees the old gentleman had come to assume a proprietary interest in Gus Redell and the latter s affairs, for the younger man frequently sought counsel from Cappy and not infrequently, a loan! Cappy knew his young friend to be the soul of manly honor, but he was young ! Ah, yes ! He was young. Ergo, he was foolish. True, his foolishness had not as yet been discovered, but Cappy was certain it would come to the surface sooner or later. The boy was reckless a gambler. Cappy abhorred gambling. He never gambled. Occasionally he speculated ! What more nat ural, therefore, than that little Cappy should presently arrogate to himself the privilege of stabbing young J. Augustus to the vitals from time to time, just to im press upon the boy the knowledge that this is a hard, cold, cruel world with a great many bad men in it ! Nothing could possibly have delighted Redell more. Whenever Cappy stabbed him, forthwith he set about to stab Cappy in return, and thus had developed a joyous business feud. These best of friends spent an hour and a half daily, at luncheon, "picking" on each other, telling tales on each other, eternally "joshing" for the edification of a coterie of their lumber and shipping friends who always lunched in a private dining 244 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES room at the Commercial Club and who were known within that organization as the Bilgewater Club. Early in 1915 Redell had seen an opportunity for inducing Cappy Ricks to speculate in grape stakes to his financial hurt and humiliation. There was to be an election that fall a special election to see whether California should "go dry" or "stay wet," and for some reason not quite apparent to Mr. Redell, a great many people believed the state would "go dry." Among the people who so believed, Redell discovered, were the woodsmen who, during the winter of 1914, would, under normal conditions, have split from redwood trees suffi cient grape stakes to support such new vineyards as would come into bearing in the fall of 1915. Fearing that there would be no market for their grape stakes when the making of wine should be prohibited by law, these woodsmen had made no effort to supply the de mand ; wherefore the Machiavellian J. Augustus Redell, taking advantage of Mr. Skinner s absence from the of fice of the Ricks mills, cleverly managed to inculcate in Cappy Ricks the idea that it would be a splendid an( profitable venture if he, the said Cappy, should wi into the grape stake market and corner it. The idei appealed to the speculative part of the old gentleman s nature and he had gone to work in a hurry, only discover, after he had accepted orders from the W< Coast Trading Company for a great many carloads oi grape stakes for future delivery, that, when the d of reckoning should come, he would not be enabled pick up enough grape stakes to fill his orders, for the very sufficient reason that nobody had manufacture grape stakes for that year s market, and they were nol available at any price! CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 245 It had been a cruel blow and Cappy s weakness had been exposed without mercy to the members of the Bilgewater Club by Mr. Redell, who thereafter kept both eyes wide open, knowing that sooner or later Cappy would retaliate. Retaliation was, of course, inevitable. Cappy real ized this. For the first time in his career as a lumber and shipping king the sly old dog realized he had been out-thought, out-played, out-gamed and man handled by a mere pup. And, though he had taken his beating like the rare old sport that he was, neverthe less the leaves of memory had a horrible habit of mak ing a most melancholy rustling; and for two weeks, following his ignominious rout at the hands of J. Augustus Redell, Cappy s days and nights were en tirely devoted to scheming ways and means of vengeance. Curiously enough, it was the West Coast Trading Company that accorded him the opportunity he craved. Having massacred Cappy in the grape-stake deal and established an unlimited credit thereby, the West Coast Lumber Company, per Senor Felipe Luiz Al meida, alias Live Wire Luiz, decided to purchase a little jag of spruce from the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company. Cappy Ricks looked at the proffered order, saw that it called for number one clear spruce, and promptly accepted it at a dollar under the market. He was to bring the spruce in to San Francisco on one of his own schooners, lay her alongside the City of Panama and discharge it into her, for delivery at Salina Cruz, Mexico. Cappy knew, of course, that Live Wire Luiz handled exclusively the West Coast Trading Company s Mexi- 246 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES can, Central and South American business. He knew, also, that there were many points about the lumber business that the explosive little Peruvian had still to learn; so he decided to stab the West Coast Trading Company, through the innocent and trusting Senor Almeida, with a weapon he would not have dreamed of employing had J. Augustus Redell placed the order. Live Wire Luiz knew the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company always sold its output on mill tally and in spection; that Cappy Ricks grading rules were much fairer to his customers than those of his competitors; that when he contracted to deliver number one clear spruce he would deliver exactly that and challenge anybody to pick a number two board out of the lot. But what Live Wire Luiz did not know was that there are two kinds of number one spruce on the Pacific Coast. One grows in California and the other in Oregon and Washington and Cappy Ricks had both kinds for sale. "Aha I" Cappy murmured as he glanced over Liv( Wire Luiz s order after the latter had gone. "Numbei one clear spruce, eh? All right, sir! Away down in my wicked heart I know you want some nice numbei one stock from our Washington mill, at Port Hadlock but unfortunately you have failed to stipulate it s< we ll slip you a little of the California product and teach you something you ought to know." Whereupon Cappy sent the order to his mill on Humboldt Bay, California. Though this plant manu factured redwood lumber almost exclusively, whenever the woods boss came across a nice spruce or bull-pine tree among the redwood he was wont to send it down to the mill, where it was sawed and set aside for trust- CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 247 ing individuals like Live Wire Luiz. When seasoned this spruce was very good stock. Unfortunately, how ever, experts differ in their diagnosis of California spruce. There are those who will tell you it is not spruce, but a bastard fir; while others will tell you it ris not fir, but a bastard spruce. Cappy Ricks had no definite ideas on the subject, for he didn t own enough ?f that kind of stumpage to grieve him. All he knew ?r cared was that when such outlawed stock was billed as spruce no judge or jury in the land could say it was fir; also, that in its green state it possessed an abominable odor ! The lumber was delivered to the City of Panama in lue course and, as Cappy had suspected, Live Wire Luiz failed to come down to her dock and take a smell. This was a privilege left intact for the consignee at Salina Cruz ; and he, according to Mexican custom, vhich only demands a ghost of an excuse to seek a re bate, promptly wired a protest and declared himself swindled to the extent of five dollars a thousand feet, Also, having been similarly outraged once before, he iemanded to know why he had been sent California spruce; whereupon Live Wire Luiz called up Cappy Ricks, abused him roundly and sent him a bill for six lollars a thousand, rebate! Unfortunately for the iVest Coast Trading Company, however, it had already liscounted Cappy s invoice; so the latter could afford to stand pat which he did. CHAPTER XXXV Shortly after noon on the day of his small trium] over the West Coast Trading Company, Gappy Ricl bustled up California Street, bound for luncheon wi1 the Bilgewater Club. On this day, of all days, Cappy would not missed luncheon with the Bilgewater Club for a fai As he breezed along there was a smile on his ruddy olc face and a lilt in his kind old heart, for he was re hearsing his announcement to his youthful friends how he had but recently tanned the hide of a brothei He almost laughed aloud as he pictured himself sol emnly relating, in the presence of J. Augustus Redel and Live Wire Luiz, the tale of the ill-favored spru< excusing his own mendacity the while on the groui that he wasn t a mind reader ; that if the West Coa< Lumber Company desired northern spruce they shoul have stipulated northern spruce ; that, as alleged bi ness men, it was high time they were made aware the ancient principle of caveat emptor, which meai as every schoolboy knows, that the buyer must prot( himself in the clinches and breakaways. And lastly, he planned to claim it the solemn duty of the aged to instruct the young and ignorant in the hard school of experience. Judge, therefore, of his disappointment when, on entering the lobby of the Merchants Exchange Build ing, on the two top floors of which the Commercial 248 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 249 Club is situated, he encountered Redell and Live Wire Luiz leaving the elevator. The West Coast Trading Company had offices in the same building and, as Redell carried a plethoric suit case, while Live Wire Luiz followed with a small hand bag, Gappy realized they were bound for parts un known. In consequence of which he realized he had rehearsed to no purpose his expose of the pair before the Bilgewater Club. He halted the partners and se cured a firm grip on the lapel of each. "Cowards !" he sneered. "Running out on me, eh? By Judas Priest, I just knew you didn t dast to stay and hear me tell the boys about that spruce. Drat you ! The next time you ll know the difference between attar of roses and California spruce !" Redell put down his suit case, pulled out his watch, glanced at it and then at his partner. "Shall I tell him, Luiz?" he queried. Live Wire Luiz thereupon consulted his watch, scratched his ear and said: "Friend of my heart, do you theenk eet ees safe?" "Oh, yes. He isn t a bit dangerous, Luiz. He s lost all his teeth and all he can do now is sit and bay at the moon." Live Wire Luiz shrugged. "I theenk maybe so you are right, amigo mlo. The steamer she will go to depart in half an hour, an that ees not time for thees ol high-binder to do some- b ing. Eet ees what you call one stiff li P order. I idmit thees spruce bandit ees pretty smart, but " igain Live Wire Luiz shrugged his expressive shoul ders "he ees pretty ol , no? I theenk to myself he 250 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES have lose what you call heem? ah, yes, he have lose hees punch !" "I fear he has, Luiz; so I ll tell him. At least the knowledge will gravel him and take all the joy out of that stinking little spruce swindle of his." " Twon t neither!" Gappy challenged. "I stung you there drat your picture! and I m glad I did it. I rejoice in my wickedness. Cost you five hundred dollars for making a monkey out of the old man in that grape-stake deal, Gus." "Why," said Redell wonderingly, "I thought you d forgiven me that, Gappy." "So I have ; but I haven t forgotten. Expect me to lose my self-respect and forget about it? No, sir! When I go into a deal and emerge in the red, I take a look at my loss-and-gain account and forget it ; but when I m ravished of my self-respect wow! Look out below and get out from under! In-fer-nal young scoundrel! If I don t show you two before I die that I haven t lost my punch I ll come back from the grave to ha nt you. Go on and spin your little tale, Augus tus. You can t tell me anything that ll make me mad. What you got on your mind besides your hair, Gus? Out with it, boy; out with it! I m listening." And Gappy came close to Redell and inclined his head close to the young fellow s breast ; whereupon Redell put his lips close to Cappy s ear and answered hoarsely : "I m going to Papeete to bid in that sunken German steamer, Valkyrie." Gappy nodded. "Huh!" he said. "Is that all? Well, when you re- GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 251 turn from Papeete you re going to take another jour ney right away." "Where?" "Into the bankruptcy court first, and then up to the Home for the Feeble-Minded. On the level, boy, you re overdue at the foolish farm." "I ll take a chance, Gappy. All you old graybeards can do is sit on the fence and decry the efforts of the rising generation. You just croak and knock. Of course I admit that once on a time an opportunity couldn t fly by you so fast you wouldn t get some of the tail feathers ; but that was a long time ago." He paused and glanced at his partner. Sorrowfully Live Wire Luiz tapped his forehead with his brown, cigarette-stained forefinger. "Senile decay!" Redell murmured. "Sure ; I bet you, Mike !" Live Wire Luiz answered. He wagged his head lugubriously, turned aside and affected to wipe away a vagrant tear with his salmon- colored silk handkerchief. "Look here !" Gappy rasped. "This thing is getting personal. Never mind about my years, you pup ! If my back is bent a trifle it s from carrying a load of ex perience and other people s mistakes. And never mind about my noodle ! It may have a few knots and shakes in it, but they re tight and sound, and it s free of pitch pockets, wane and rotten streaks; so this old head grades as merchantable timber still. "As for your head, Gus, and that of this human firecracker with you, both have streaks of sap round the edges, and I ll prove it to you yet. No ; on second thought I don t have to prove it. You ve already done 252 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES that yourself ! You re going to Papeete to try to bid in the Valkyrie, and she s junk!" "Partly." Redell admitted. "She s been under water about two years and I suppose the teredo have digested her upper works by now ; but they can be rebuilt quickly and without a great deal of expense." "How about her boilers? You ll have to retube them." "I don t think so. I was talking with Captain Hippard, of the Morrison-Hippard Line. They had the steamer Chinook under water a year in Norton Sound, but they raised her and brought her to San Francisco under her own steam. You know, Cappy, it s the combination of water and air that makes iron and steel rust. It seems that when a boiler is under water and not exposed to the air it rusts very slowly; also, the rust is like a soft film it doesn t pit and scale off in great flakes. And a couple of years under water will not do any appreciable damage to the Valky- rie s boilers. The Chinook is running yet, notwithstand ing the fact that fifteen years ago she was submerged for a year." "Huh!" Cappy grunted. "The same condition, of course, holds true with regard to her hull, only more so," Redell continued. "The paint will protect the hull perfectly. Of course if, after getting her up, she is permitted to lie exposed to the air, the soft film of rust will promptly harden and scale off and she ll go to glory in a few months. However, nothing like that will happen, because the minute she s up she ll be thoroughly cleaned and scrubbed and painted. Of course the asbestos cover will have peeled off her boilers, but even at that I ll CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 253 bring her to San Francisco under her own steam. She ll just be ungodly hot below decks and a hog for coal until the boilers are re-covered." Gappy sighed. He was not prepared to combat this argument, for he had a sneaking impression Redell was right. However, he returned undaunted to the attack. "She s shot full of holes," he declared. "She has one hole through her, and when she s loaded light that hole is above water line. The wrecking vessel that goes down to salve her will have steel plates, tools and mechanics aboard, and new plates can be put in temporarily. And if that cannot be done those holes can be patched with planking and cemented over." "Well, all right. Grant that. But think of her engines, Gus. Think of those fine, smooth bearings and polished steel rods all corroded and pitted by salt water. The water may not have a disastrous effect on the boilers and hull, but an engine can t stand any rust at all and still remain one hundred per cent efficient. I tell you I know, Gus. I had my Amelia Ricks submerged on Duxbury Reef for a week; then I hauled her off and she lay on the tide flats in Mission Bay another three weeks until I could patch her up and float her into the dry dock. Do you know what it cost me to make her engines over again? Thirteen thousand dol lars, young man and, at that, they re nothing to brag of now." "Quite right; but that s because you didn t employ a German engineer and tell him you were going to put the Amelia Ricks on Duxbury Reef. Are you familiar with the characteristics of German engineers, Cappy?" Cappy threw up both hands. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "I m neutral, Gus. Between them and the French it s a case of heads I win, tails you lose." "No, no, Gappy. You re wrong. The Germans are a careful, thrifty, painstaking, systematic race, and the chief of the Valkyrie was the flower of the flock. When that little French gunboat captured her this chief engineer looked into the future and saw himself and the Valkyrie interned indefinitely and he didn t like it. It just broke his heart to think of a stranger messing round among his engines; so the instant he got into Papeete and blew down his boilers he did a wise thing. He knew the war risk insurance would probably cover the Valkyrie s loss as a war prize, but there was a chance that her German owners might send one of their hyphenated brethren down to Papeete to buy her in the prize court; and if that happened the chief wanted them to have a good ship. Perhaps, also, he figured on getting his old job back after the war. At any rate he got out ^ a. barrel of fine heavy grease and slobbered up his Imgines for fair." It was too much. Gappy Ricks was too fine a sport not to acknowledge a beating ; he was too generous not to rejoice in a competitor s gain. "You lucky, lucky scoundrel!" he murmured in an awed voice. "Not enough salt water will get through that grease to hurt those engines. Gus, how did you find this all out?" "Well, you can bet your whiskers, Gappy, I didn t depend on hearsay evidence and water-front reporters to dig it up for me. The minute I heard her sea cocks had been opened and that her funnels and masts were sticking up out of the harbor I concluded I was inter ested; so I sent Bill Jinks, of our office, down to CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 255 Papeete to get me some first-hand information. The chief of the Valkyrie is interned there, of course." "May mad dogs bite me! Why in the name of all that s sweet and holy didn t I have sense enough to do that?" Cappy mourned. "You have lose the punch !" chirped Live Wire Luiz, and Cappy glared at him. "She s an honest vessel, Cappy." "An what you s pose she have in her?" Live Wire Luiz demanded. "Oh, notheeng very much, Senor Ricks. Just two t ousand tons of phosphate." "Worth ten or twelve dollars a ton, Cappy." "An 5 t irteen hundred tons of the good coal to bring her to San Francisco. Ai, Santa Maria!" Live Wire Luiz blew a kiss airily into space and added: "I die weeth dee-light!" "You haven t got her yet," Cappy snapped viciously. "No; but we ll get her all right," Redell declared confidently. "How ll you get her?" "We ve only one real competitor to buck an Aus tralian steamship company. They re crazy to get her; and as there are no French bidders on this side of the world, naturally and in view of the present condition of world politics the French authorities in Papeete are pulling for the Britisher. Jinks is now in Papeete and I m about to start for there at one o clock. Two bids, Cappy; I ll be the dark horse and file my bid at the last minute, after I ve sized up the lay of the land. But, before I do so, I m going to take the representa tive of that Australian steamship company into my confidence and find out what he s going to bid. For 256 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES instance, now, Gappy, if you were bidding *against me, how high would you go?" "She s a long way from nowhere, * Gappy replied thoughtfully. "It means sending a wrecking steamer down there with a lot of expert wreckers, divers, me chanics and carpenters ; it means lumber for coffer dam and pontoons ; it means donkey engines, cables, pumps, the stress of wind and wave " "She lies in a protected cove, Gappy; the mean rise and fall of the tide, so close to the equator, is about eighteen inches, and the water is so clear you can always see what the divers are doing. Forget the stress of wind and wave." "Forty thousand dollars would be my top figure if I were the Australian bidder," Gappy declared, and added to himself: "But, as Alden P. Ricks, seventy-five might not stagger me in view of the present freight rates." "Just what I figured," Redell answered. "She ll cost us two hundred thousand dollars before we get her in commission again. I figure the Australian people will not go over forty thousand dollars. They won t figure Jinks as a heavyweight. I told him to create the im pression that he was a professional wrecker a sort of fly-by-night junk dealer, who would buy the vessel if he could get her at a great bargain. Then I ll drop quietly into Papeete, and at the eleventh hour fifty- ninth minute I ll slip in a bid that will top the Aus tralian s. If by any chance Jinks* bid should also top the Australian s I ll just forfeit the certified check for ten per cent of my bid, run out and leave the ship to Jinks, the next highest bidder. The chances are I ll make a few thousand dollars at that." GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 257 "How do you purpose raising her provided you are the successful bidder?" "Well, she has four hatches and she lies on an even keel. I ll build a coffer dam on her deck round these four hatches and pump her out. If we have enough pumps we can pump her out faster than the water can leak in under the coffer dam. When I ve lightened her somewhat I ll kick her into the shore, little by little, until she lies in shallow water with her bulwarks above the surface. Then I ll patch the holes in her, pump her out and up she ll come, of course." "You say that so glibly," Cappy growled, "one would almost think you could whistle it." "Don t feel sore, Cappy. Do you know what a vessel of her age and class is worth nowadays? Well, I ll tell you. About sixty dollars a ton, dead weight capacity and the Valkyrie can carry seven thousand tons ; that s four hundred and twenty thousand dol lars " "If you can get her up," Cappy interrupted. "If I bid her in I ll get her up. Don t worry." "It ll clean you of your bank roll to do it." "Of course. Luiz and I aren t millionaires like you ; so we ll just form a corporation and call it the S. S. Valkyrie Company and sell stock in our venture. I have you down right now for a ten-thousand-dollar subscription at the very least, though you can have more if you want it." "Gus," Cappy pleaded, "if you bid that boat in for forty thousand dollars I ll give you ten thousand dollars for your bargain and reimburse you for all the expense you ve been put to." "Nothing doing, Cappy." 258 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "I ll make it let me see I ll make it twenty thou sand." "You waste your breath. She ll pay for herself the first year she s in commission." "I ll furnish the sinews of war, Gus, for a half in terest in her. Let me add her to the Blue Star Fleet and you ll never regret it." "Sorry, Cappy; but Luiz and I are ambitious. We want to get into the steamship business ourselves." "Well, then, I ve offered to do the fair thing by you two lunatics," Cappy declared with a great air of finality. "So now I ll deliver my ultimatum: I m going to keep the Valkyrie and not give you two as much as, one little piece of her. Yes, sir! I m going to send a representative to Papeete and match you and that Australian chap for your shoe-strings. Gus, you know me ! If I ever go after a thing and don t get it, the man that takes it away from me will know he s been in a fight." "Indeed, I know it, Cappy which is why I kept this information carefully to myself. However, I guess you ll not get in on this good thing." "Why?" "You re too late for the banquet." "Not one leetle hope ees left for you, Cappy Reeks," Senor Almeida asserted. "The Moana, on which my good partner have engaged passage to-day, ees the last steamer which shall arrive to Papeete before the bids shall be open. The next steamer, Capitan Reeks ees arrive too late." "Yes; and the Moana sails in just twenty-five min utes, Cappy. If you re thinking of sending a man down to bid against me you ll have to step lively." GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 259 Cappy Ricks was now beside himself; this gentle, good-natured heckling had made of him a venerable Pury. "I ll cable my bid!" he shrilled. "No you won t Cappy, for the reason that there is no cable to Tahiti." "Then I ll wireless it!" "Well, you can try that, Cappy. Unfortunately, however, the only wireless station in Tahiti is a little, old, one-cat-power set. It can receive your message, but it can t send one that will reach the nearest wire less station and that s at Honolulu. And until the bank in Tahiti can confirm drafts by wireless I imagine it will not pay them on presentation." Cappy surrendered. He couldn t stand any more. "Good-bye, Gus," he said. "Good luck to you ! If you get that vessel you ll deserve her, and when you re forming the S.S. Valkyrie Company I ll head the list of stock subscribers with a healthy little chunk. You know me, Gus ! I m the old bell mare in shipping circles; a lot of others will follow where I lead." "I forgive you the spruce deal, Cappy. You re an awful pirate; but, for all that, you re a grand piece of work. God bless you!" And Redell put his arm round the old man affectionately. "Good-bye." And, followed by Live Wire Luiz, who was going to the dock to see his partner aboard the Moana, Redell disappeared into California Street. "Dammit!" Cappy soliloquized bitterly. "I can t eat lunch now. One bite would choke me." CHAPTER XXXVI And he turned toward the entrance to the Mer chants Exchange, being minded to enter a telephone booth and notify the Bilgewater Club he would not be present that day. As he walked through the gate into the Exchange, however, he was accosted by a heavy, florid-faced man carrying a thick woolen watch coat over his arm. This individual was Captain Aaron Porter, one of the San Francisco bar pilots, and he greeted Cappy with a respectful query after the old gentleman s health. "I don t feel very well," Cappy replied wearily. "I m getting old, captain getting old." Then he noted the watch coat the pilot was carrying and decided subconsciously that there could be no con nection between it and the sultry August weather pre vailing at that moment ; consequently it informed the observant Cappy, as plainly as if it had a tongue and had spoken, that Captain Aaron Porter expected shortly to be exposed to the chill northwest winds out side as he piloted a vessel to sea. In the manufacture of sheer inane conversation, therefore, Cappy tugged the coat and said: "Going to take a ship out this afternoon, captain?" "Yes, sir. I ll be responsible for the Mo ana until we cross the Potato Patch " "The Moana!" Cappy cried, and pulled out his 260 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 261 watch. "You d better be stepping lively, then. She sails at one, and you have twenty minutes to get to Greenwich Street Pier." "Oh, there s no hurry, Mr. Ricks. She ll be delayed from half to three-quarters of an hour waiting for the Australian mail. The mail train from the East is late, and of course the Moana cannot sail till " "You will pardon me, captain," Gappy Ricks inter rupted politely, "but I ve just thought of a very im portant matter. I must run and telephone." As J. Augustus Redell had just pointed out, twenty minutes was scarcely ample time in which to decide on the right emissary to send to Papeete, get into com munication with the said individual and induce him to go. In addition, such a person would have to have time to pack some clothing; also, to procure a letter of credit at the bank and purchase a ticket, not to mention the time requisite to receive his instructions and get to the steamer s dock. But with almost an hour- well, a wide-awake man can accomplish much in an hour, and Cappy Ricks was a natural leader of forlorn hopes. In the brief interval required to accom plish the journey from the door of the Merchants* Exchange to a telephone booth a flock of bright ideas capered through Cappy s ingenious head like goats on a tin roof. "Main 2000 !" he barked, and in five seconds he had the connection. "Put Skinner on the line!" Cappy s own private exchange operator had the temerity to inform him that Mr. Skinner was out at luncheon. "The in-fer-nal scoundrel just when I need him! Put Captain Matt Peasley on the line, and be quick 262 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES about it. Matt! Matt, listen! This is the old man speaking. Get an earful of what I m going to tell you now, and don t ask any questions just obey! Do you remember that big German freighter the Valkyrie sunk in Papeete Harbor?" "Yes, sir." "She s a prize, Matt. I ve just been given a low- down on her condition. Gus Redell is leaving on the Moana to bid her in at the government sale the young scoundrel told me all about it and twitted me because we were asleep on the job and let the good thing get away from us. The Moana s supposed to sail at one o clock, but the Eastern mail is late she won t get away from the dock until about one- thirty; but when she does " "When she does we ll have a man aboard her to beat Redell to the German steamer," Matt Peasley inter rupted. "I ve got the message. Where are you, father-in-law ?" "At the Merchants Exchange." "You attend to the funds and I ll do the rest." "Confound you ! r rasped Cappy Ricks. "You re so headstrong, you ll jam things up yet if you don t listen to me." "But you ll have to send somebody Redell doesn t know." "That doesn t matter at all. Now, son, will you listen to me? I ll attend to the money and I ll also frame this entire deal. Is Miss Keenan in the office you know Skinner s stenographer?" "Yes, sir." "She s been wanting to go on a vacation. When heard about it I asked her how she d like a cruise GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 263 Alaska remember we have the TiUicum leaving at six to-night for St. Michael s. She said that would be fine ; so I gave her a pass and the owner s suite on the Tillicum" "So I hear. Her trunk was sent to the Tillicum s dock this morning and she has her suit case in the office. She planned to work today and go aboard the Tillicum after office hours." "Good! Then she s all ready lor a voyage to Tahiti. Have the private exchange operator phone our wharf office instantly and tell them to load Miss Keenan s trunk on the first wagon handy and rush it over to the Moana. Give Miss Keenan fifteen hundred dollars and tell her she s to go to Papeete. If she kicks about clothes tell her to get along with what she has and buy what she needs on arrival." He waited while Matt Peasley gave the necessary instructions to the exchange operator. Then: "It s all right, sir. Miss Keenan will go. She ll be on her way in five minutes. I ve told her to go aboard and buy her ticket from the purser or from the ticket agent at the gang plank." "Fine business ! Now who else have we in our employ that I can send? I want a man and a rattling smart one." "Mike Murphy, the skipper of the Narcissus," Matt suggested. "The very man! He s discharging at Union Street Wharf. Phone the wharfinger s office and tell him he ll not regret taking a message down to the dock to Cap tain Murphy. Murphy will probably be at lunch aboard. Tell the wharfinger to tell him to throw a few clothes into a suit case that he s to go to Papeete on 264 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES mighty important business and to meet me at the head of Greenwich Street Dock at one-twenty, without fail, for his orders and his money. Having phoned these orders, Matt, take the office automobile and scorch to the water front to see that they re carried out. Take Miss Keenan with you. Good-bye." And Gappy Ricks dashed out of the Merchants Ex change as though the devil was at his heels walloping .him at every jump. It was four blocks to the Marine National Bank, but the California Street cable car took him there in four minutes. Gasping and perspiring Gappy trotted into the cashier s office, where for ten precious seconds he stood, open-mouthed, unable to say a word. "Well, Mr. Ricks," the cashier greeted him, "if you can t talk make signs." Gappy flapped his hands and made three rapid strokes with his index finger, like a motion-picture actor writing a twelve-line letter; then the words cam< in a veritable cascade. "Letters of credit," he croaked "two." The cashi( picked up a pencil and a scratch pad. "One, twent; five thousand, favor Michael J. Murphy; one, favor- oh, what in blue blazes is that girl s first name? 01 dear ! Oh, dear ! I never heard her first name she s just Miss Keenan. Oh, the devil ! Call her Matilda- that s it Matilda Keenan fifty thousand dollars foi her; and " "You appear to be in a terrific hurry for them, M] Ricks, so I ll get them started immediately," the cashi( interrupted, and turned his memorandum over to underling, with instructions to give Mr. Ricks lettei of credit precedence over all other business. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 265 "Now write check your favor seventy thousand. I ll sign it hope Skinner has enough cash on deposit ; if he hasn t my personal note, you know." "A mere trifle, Mr. Ricks. We will not worry over that." The cashier filled in the check and Gappy signed it with a trembling hand. "And now," the cashier continued, "we will have to have Miss Keenan and Mr. Murphy come to the bank to register their respective signatures " "Nothing doing !" Gappy piped. "Give me the cards and I ll have em write their signatures on them aboard the steamer and send them ashore by the pilot. None o* your efficiency monkey business, my son ! I guar antee everything." He dashed to the telephone and yelled into the re ceiver: "Taxicab! Taxicab!" "One of the cars belonging to the bank is at the curb, Mr. Ricks. The chauffeur will take you where- ever you desire to go," the cashier suggested. "Bully for you!" Again Gappy commenced to flap his hands. "Stenographer w r here s the stenographer? Oh, Judas Priest, nobody helps me! Bless your sweet heart, my dear, here you are, aren t you? Yes, and I ll not forget you for it either. No, no, no ! No notes. Just stick piece of paper in the typewriter now then ! Ready! Dictation direct to machine. Er ah! Harumph-h-h ! Oh, suffering sailor ! What s the name of the French bank in Papeete? I don t know. I m a director and vice president of this infernal bank and I don t know I m alive ! Man, man, I want it a thing a what-you-may-call- em a Oh, the devil ! Why do I deposit in this dratted bank? Eureka ! I have it ! I want a notice." 266 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "You mean an advice, Mr. Ricks." * "Bully boy ! An advice. That s it. Holy mackerel, how I love a man that s fast on his feet! A notice to the bank in Papeete, Island of Tahiti, that you ve given Captain Michael J. Murphy a letter of credit for twenty-five thousand dollars only one notice for one letter of credit. I m up to skullduggery. Man, man, why don t you dictate? Usual courtesies good customer of your bank you know ; usual flubdub. No advice regarding Miss Keenan s letter of credit just Murphy s." The cashier good-naturedly shouldered Cappy Ricks aside and dictated to the bank s correspondent in Papeete a brief note to the effect that the Marine National had that day issued to Captain Michael J. Murphy a letter of credit in the sum of twenty-five thousand dollars; that it understood Captain Murphy was proceeding to Papeete on some matter of business and took this occasion to commend him to their kindly offices. "Stick that in an envelope address envelope, seal it, and write outside: Kindness purser S.S. Moana? The mail to Papeete is closed, but I ll see that the Moana s purser delivers it to the bank," Cappy or dered. CHAPTER XXXVII Ten minutes later Gappy dashed up to the entrance of Greenwich Street Pier and found Matt Peasley waiting for him, with Captain Murphy. Miss Keenan had already gone aboard the Moana, the huge funnel of which, as Cappy noted with a thrill, was still stick ing up over the roof of the dock. He crooked his finger and Michael J. Murphy leaped up on the running board of his car. "Mike," said Cappy solemnly, "listen to me ! Here s a letter of credit in your name for twenty-five thou sand dollars, and an advice to the bank in Papeete from our bank here stating that the letter of credit has been issued. Give this letter to the purser, together with a good-sized bill, and ask him to deliver it to the Papeete bank when the Moana arrives there. Here, also, is a letter of credit for Miss Keenan in the sum of fifty thousand and the bank in Papeete has no notice of it! Remember that! It s important. Keep it to yourself. Miss Keenan has the expense money for both of you; tell her to split the roll with you. Tell her, also, that her name from now until she gets back is Matilda Keenan, and to sign her drafts that way. "Here are the signature cards. You sign yours and have her sign hers; then you give both to Captain Porter, the pilot, when he leaves the ship, and ask him 267 268 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES to deliver them to me. I, in turn, will deliver them to the bank. Tell Miss Keenan she is absolutely under your orders ; that she s to forget she ever heard of the lumber and shipping business. Both of you are to keep away from a man by the name of J. Augustus Redell. He s aboard and he s our enemy, captain. He s going to bid forty thousand dollars on the German steamer Valkyrie; so you bid forty thousand and five dollars and take her away from him. At the very last minute have Miss Keenan put in a bid for thirty thousand in case you know, Mike we might catch it going and coming. It might pay to have you fall down on your bid you know, Mike ! She s the dark horse the reserve capital. "Papeete^ one-horse town, Mike. Everybody knows the other fellow s business prin cipal competitor for the steamer is an Australian steamship company. Considering condition world politics today, and no French bidders, naturally Frenchmen will pull for the Britisher. Expect bank will leak and tell em you only arrived with twenty-five thousand you know, Mike! Can t be too careful. Trust nobody and remember this man Redell is the smartest young man in the world and the trickiest scoundrel under heaven. Don t hold him cheap. He s a holy terror ! He d pinch the gold out of your wisdom teeth while you d be laughing at him." "How high am I to go if it becomes necessary to bid more than " "Shoot the piece!" Cappy ordered. It is to be re gretted that the Bilgewater Club, cut off from the house rules in a private dining room, had a habit of shooting craps occasionally after luncheon, and Cappy Ricks had picked up the patois of the game. "Seventy- GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 269 five thousand is the limit; but satisfy yourself she s worth the limit before you go to it." "And Redell is going to bid forty thousand, sir?" "That s his limit. He told me so in confidence when he felt certain I couldn t possibly be a competitor told it to me, and kidded me for a dead one at twenty minutes of one, when he knew I couldn t possibly have time to act. But he forgot the mail it was de layed " "I get you, sir. There s more to this job than merely acquiring the ship," retorted the astute Murphy. "There s a million dollars worth of satisfaction in it for me if I can beat Gus Redell to that steamer. He says I ve lost my punch." But Captain Murphy was off down the dock, suit case in hand, while Cappy dismissed his borrowed car and climbed into the office car with Matt Peasley. Five minutes they waited at the head of the dock and then four huge motor trucks, lajjen with mail, lumbered through the dock gate. Cappy beamed into Captain Matt Peasley s face. "I guess this is a rotten day s work for the president emeritus, eh?" he chuckled. "President emeritus! By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, if I waited for you and Skinner to get wise to all the good things that are lying round loose, the Blue Star Navigation Company would be in the hands of a receiver w r ithin the year. Matt, if you expect to manage the Blue Star you ll have to wake up. You re slow, boy s-1-o-w-w! For heaven s sake, don t force me back into the harness ! You know I ve been wanting to retire for years." "Well, our messengers are aboard, so let s get out 270 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES of here. I m hungry ; I haven t had any lunch," Matt replied. "Come to think of it," Cappy answered cheerfully, "I believe I could eat a little something myself. How ever, I still have one small duty to perform, Matthew. I ve got to send a wireless." "To whom?" "That scoundrel Redell, of course. Think I m going to swat him and leave him in ignorance of the fact?" Immediately upon arrival at the Commercial Club, Cappy sent the following message: "J. Augustus Redell, "Aboard S. S. Moana. "Augustus, my dear young friend, I have known men who grew rich by keeping their mouths closed! "CAPPY. "There!" said Cappy, as he dispatched this simpL declarative sentence. "I ll wager one small five-cenl bag of smoking tobacco our friend Gus Redell will no1 sleep to-night. He ll just lie awake wondering what in Sam Hill I meant by that." When he got back to his office he found an aerograi which read as follows: "Alden P. Ricks "258 California Street "San Francisco "Everything lovely. After getting aboard decided to bluff; went to Redell, told him I was your representative. He went green clear back of the ears ; said he had observed delay in sailing. Told him he d better quit and go ashore with pilot ; that I had bank roll choke hippopotamus. Your wireless handed him that moment! Would hesitate repeat his language. Have agreed pay him for his first-class GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 271 ticket. All first-class cabins sold out; had to have it for Matilda. Steerage an awful place for a skipper, but will have to make the best of it. "MURPHY." Mr. Skinner, alarmed at the shrill screams emanat ing from Cappy Ricks office, rushed in and found the president emeritus rolling round in his swivel chair, beating the air and stamping on the floor. "Good gracious, Mr. Ricks!" Skinner cried. "What s the matter? Are you hurt?" "Hurt!" Cappy shrilled. "Hurt? Well, I should say so ! Skinner, my boy, if you ever lose your punch you ll know just how much I m suffering. As Live Wire Luiz would say : I die weeth dee-light ! " CHAPTER XXXVIII Three months later Cappy Ricks sat alone in his office, his feet on his desk, his old head bowed on his breast. Apparently he was having a gentle snooze. Suddenly he sat up with the suddenness of a jack-in- the-box and stepped to the door leading to Mr. Skin ner s office. "Skinner, my dear boy," he said, "do you remember that stinking Humboldt spruce I sawed off on Live Wire Luiz one day when you were out to lunch?" Mr. Skinner nodded. "They claimed a rebate of six dollars a thousand on it," he declared; "and we declined to allow the claim. Well, Fve decided to allow it, Skinner. Tell Hankins to draw a check for the rebate in full and bring it in to me. Send in a stenographer." Cappy clawed his whiskers as the stenographer took her seat at his desk. "Ahem! Hum! Harumph-h-h !" he began. "Take letter." "Mr. J. Augustus Redell "President West Coast Trading Co. "Merchants Exchange Building, City. "My dear Gus: Having waited for several weeks in the hope of meeting you at the Bilgewater Club, to which, due to some mysterious reason, you appear to have been excessively disloyal of late, I despair of the delight of a personal interview and am accordingly writing you. 272 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "You will recall that jag of odoriferous spruce your excitable partner was chump enough to buy from the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company. On the receipt this morning of a communication from my exceedingly capable representative in Papeete I came to the conclusion that I could afford to allow the rebate claimed by the excessively sour-balled Senor Almeida,, and accordingly I am inclosing herewith, to the order of your company, the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company s check for $536.12. "I also beg to tender you my assurance that if I have seemed in the past to cherish an unchristian resentment of that little deal in grape stakes, the memory of the outrage no longer rankles in my bosom. For you, my dear young friend, I entertain the kindliest, the most paternal of feel ings. I have not only forgiven, but I have also forgotten; for my honor is clear again and I figure I can pretty blamed well afford myself the luxury. "Regarding that steamer Valkyrie, please be advised that the next steamer to Australia, via Papeete and Rara- tonga, will carry a Blue Star flag and my instructions to our representative to have it tacked to the main truck of the Valkyrie as she |Ues submerged in the harbor. Since I assume you will be interested in learning the details of our acquisition of the steamer in question, and since, further, I cannot see that I have anything to lose by withholding this interesting information, please be advised that we bought her in for twenty-two thousand five hundred dollars. "I fear you will be inclined to doubt this and accuse me of romancing for the purpose of dropping more salt in a wound still fresh and bleeding; but I assure you such a suspicion would be a grave injustice to an old man whose portion from you should be pity, not opprobrium. "To begin, it was very easy after we had you out of the way. Like a sensible man, you knew you were licked and threw up the sponge to save yourself unnecessary 274 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES punishment. It has been my experience that only a vei wise man has sense enough to do that ; consequently, despil your youth and impetuosity, I seem to see the glimmer oi a very brilliant commercial future for the West Coast Trading Company. "However, to the story: When Mike Murphy got dow] to Papeete he found a couple of broken-down junk dealers hanging round the kind of fellows who would have beei glad to bid in the vessel at a couple of thousand dollai for the privilege of breaking her up for junk and guttinj her of her cargo. A little reflection convinced Captaii Murphy that he could eliminate these small fry and cent his attention on the Australian steamship company; am he was aided in arriving at this conclusion by your Mr. Jinks, whom he found glooming at the dock on the arrival of the Moana minus your handsome self. By the way, Mr. Jinks action in aiding and abetting Murphy, aft discovering that his own company was out of the running was so sportsmanlike that, if you will kindly advise me oi the expense to which you were put in sending him Papeete, we will gladly send you our check to cover. "It took the capable Murphy about an hour and a half to get the lay of the land and then he started to play his little game. In the rather restricted society of Papeett Murphy played the fool. Every little while he would ap parently acquire a small jag and get very confidential- He told everybody his business in confidence and every body in Papeete knew just how much he was going to bid on the wreck. Finally, the day before the bids were to be opened Murphy was waiting till the last minute before filing his the captain of the port got a wireless from some adventurer down in Noumea, asking him to withhold the opening of the bids till he could get up tff Papeete and make a bid. Murphy had already fooled away three weeks in Papeete and if the captain of the port hearkened to the request from the man from Noumea CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 275 it would mean a wait of another three weeks. Consequently he awaited the next move with interest. "Well, Augustus, the captain of the port had the temerity to delay the opening of the bids, and Murphy noticed that his competitor hired an attorney and made a bitter and formal protest against the delay. However, it looked to Murphy like they had made just a little bit too much noise so he hired an attorney and made a lot of noise himself. The captain of the port overruled both protests, however; and about that time Murphy decided to put over a dirty Irish trick. He announced he could see very clearly there was a move on to double-cross the legitimate bidders and that he wasn t going to hang round any longer. The Timaru was due the next day, so he and Jinks engaged passage to San Francisco on her; and, just before he left, Murphy went up to the bank and drew eighteen thousand dollars on his letter of credit. "He got a certificate of deposit in his own name, and that same afternoon his attorney filed a sealed bid with the captain of the port. "Now I had suspected there might be a leak from that French bank in favor of the Australian; so I had taken care to have it advised by the Marine National here that the latter bank had issued a letter of credit for twenty-five thousand dollars to Captain Murphy. Therefore, the Papeete bank very naturally concluded that twenty-five thousand dollars was all the money Murphy had with him ! And when he drew eighteen thousand dollars on it they thought they knew the exact amount of his bid; they thought, also, he had made a bid, in view of the fact that his attorney filed one the same afternoon. At any rate, the news reached the Australian and he withdrew his bid and substituted another. Since he was the possessor of straight inside information as to the amount of his single competitor s bid, he saw no reason why he should waste money; so he bid four thousand pounds, or approximately " 276 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES nineteen thousand five hundred dollars. They say he felt pretty sore when the bids were opened and the Valkyrie went to Miss Matilda Keenan for twenty-two thousand five hundred dollars. "Miss Keenan, by the way, is Skinner s stenographer. Murphy was only the decoy. She carried the real bank roll and nobody suspected her; in fact, Murphy was so certain of his prey he didn t even bid! He tells me the Valkyrie is really a gift, and that, at the widest possible estimate of salvage cost, the Blue Star Navigation Com pany has purchased, for two hundred thousand dollars, a f our-hundred-and-fif ty-thousand-dollar ship thanks to you! "With kindest regards, and again assuring you of the pleasure I have always taken in our friendship a friend ship which, I trust, nothing will ever disrupt I am "Cordially and sincerely " Cappy paused and gazed at the stenographer ap- praisingly. "Read that over again, my dear young lady," he commanded. The girl complied and Cappy nodded his satisfac tion. "You and Mr. Skinner get along all right?" he queried. "Oh, yes, sir." "I m very glad to hear that. You ve been substitut ing for Miss Keenan, haven t you?" "Yes, sir." "Well, you can have the job for keeps if you want it. You suit me. Take letter: Miss M. Keenan- I called her Matilda, but her name s Mary; so let it go at that. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 277 "My dear Miss Keenan: Captain Murphy arrived on the Timaru, with the information that he had taken a chance and left our affairs in the laps of the gods and the capable hands of his understudy. It has been pretty tough sledding waiting for the next Australian steamer, but, thank God ! she made port yesterday and your report of the success of your mission is before me. I thank you. You re a good girl, and I am very happy to learn of your engagement to Captain Murphy. He is a splendid fellow and I am sending him back to Papeete in command of our Amelia Ricks, which has been fitted up as a wrecker, to raise the Valkyrie. You had better wait in Papeete and marry him there, as I am opposed to long engagements among my employees; and Michael will do better and faster work if he settles all his personal worries before tackling those of the Blue Star Navigation Company. "On his return with the Valkyrie I shall make him port captain of the Blue Star Fleet, which job will keep him home nights. And since, by his ingenuity, he succeeded in purchasing for twenty-two thousand five hundred dollars a piece of property for which I was prepared to pay as high as seventy-five thousand dollars, for your wedding present I shall allot you and Captain Murphy a ten- thousand-dollar piece of the Valkyrie. It should earn you thirty per cent and make you independent in your old age. "Very sincerely " Cappy Ricks ceased dictating and clawed his whis kers reflectively. "Yes," he murmured irrelevantly; "I guess that s considerable of a knock-out from an old fogy who s lost his punch!" Then, to the stenographer: "That will be all, my dear. As you pass through the general office tell those fellows out there that I ve 278 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES gone into executive session with myself and am not to be disturbed unless it s something very important. I ve got to decide which one of our skippers to promot< into the Valkyrie when we get her up and I must think up a new name for her. I think I ll call her the J. H. Skinner. Skinner s a little slow on his feet, but h( means well and he s old enough to have a ship name after him." CHAPTER XXXIX THE practical theft from the West Coast Trading Company of the German steamer Valkyrie, had, to Cappy s mind, atoned for the loss and humiliation he had suffered in that grape stake deal. His honor was clean again and for weeks he taunted Redell with the latter s inefficiency, insufficiency and general busi ness debility, until, having extracted the last shred of triumph from the affair, a vague sympathy for Redell commenced to surge up in Cappy s kindly heart and he commenced casting about for an opportunity to do the former a favor. Redell had enjoyed his beating, for he ,was, indeed, a rare sport. However, he would have to retaliate. The feud must go on. Unless he could mix a modicum of fun with his profits, J. Augustus would not have regarded the fight worth while, so accordingly he kept his eyes and his ears open for a handy weapon with which to jab Cappy through that same old rift in his armor his passion for a large profit through an adroit and ingenious deal in a commodity where even a very modest profit was not discernible to ordinary mortals. Finally Redell found the opportunity he sought. He was so proud of his formula that he could not forbear remarking casually to Live Wire Luiz one bright day that, granted good health and the approval 279 280 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES of Providence for one week, he would knock Gappy Ricks for a goal. And he narrated his scheme. "Friend of my heart!" the little Peruvian cried ex citedly, and held out his arms to Redell, inviting a fraternal embrace. "I love you! Damn eet! I say eet! You are one wezard weeth the money-making schemes !" Mr. Redell cautiously compromised on a hearty handshake; to avoid a kiss he was careful to keep the table between himself and Live Wire Luiz. "Shall we empty the corporate sock and climb aboard for every cent we can beg, borrow or steal?" he demanded. "Sure, I bet you !" Live Wire Luiz cried ; for, though a featherweight physically, he was possessed of the courage of an Alexander. J. Augustus Redell put on his hat, took from a pigeonhole in his desk the last trial balance of the West Coast Trading Company s books and departed for a conference with his banker. Half an hour later he returned, and the expectant Luiz promptly noted a cloud on Mr. Redell s sunny countenance. "I can t arrange for a loan," he reported disgust edly. "The limit, in view of our present obligations, has been reached." "On the margin of ten cents," suggested Live Wire Luiz, "take a chance, amigo. Thees is not speculation. It ees what you call the ceench weeth the copper reevets." "I figure it that way; nevertheless, copper-riveted cinches sometimes aren t properly cinched^ and Fortune backs out of the packsaddle. I dare not take a long chance on this, Luiz. If something went wrong we d CAPPY RICKS RETIRES be sadly embarrassed. We dare not take a chance up to the limit of what money we have on hand, because we need those funds for other things." Live "Wire Luiz swore mournfully in Spanish. Redell nodded and retired to his own office, where for an hour he sat with his head in his hands, searching his agile brain for a bright idea that would lead him out of his dilemma. Suddenly he leaped to his feet, tossed his hat to the ceiling and caught it again as it came down. "Gappy Ricks is my meat," he declared aloud. "Be sides, I owe Cappy one for making a monkey out of me on that last deal. He hoisted me on my own petard. Now I ll hoist him, and incidentally annex a profit for the West Coast Trading Company." He rushed out into California Street and for the major portion of the day was very busy among various shipping offices. When he returned, late in the after noon, to the offices of the West Coast Trading Com pany, his alert young face wore a pleased and confident smile. Live Wire Luiz noted this and took heart of hope. CHAPTER XL Cappy Ricks was, for the thousandth time since his voluntary retirement from active business some ten years previous, overwhelmed with his ancient re sponsibilities. Mr. Skinner had, under the insistent prodding of his wife, consented grudgingly to a vaca tion and had gone up into the Sierras to loaf and fish. Scarcely had Skinner departed when one of the Blue Star steamers ran ashore on the Southern California coast, and Captain Matt Peasley left immediately for the scene of the disaster to superintend the work of floating the stranded vessel. This left Cappy riding herd on the destinies of the Blue Star ships, with Mr. Hankins, Skinner s understudy, looking after the lum ber. Prior to boarding the train, Matt Peasley had ven tured the suggestion that Mr. Skinner be ordered wire to return to town at once; but this veiled hii that the Blue Star ships could not be managed by tl man who had built up the Blue Star Navigation Coi pany had been received very coldly by the president emeritus of the Ricks interests. "Young feller," Cappy informed his son-in-la\ testily, "I ll have you know I was managing the Blu( Star Navigation Company quite some years before y< quit wearing pinafores ; so I guess, while you ai Skinner are away from the office, we can manage stagger along after a fashion." 282 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "But I don t like to have you worried with business after you ve retired " "Retired!" Gappy hooted. "Swell chance I ve got to retire! I ll die in the harness whether I want to or not. Tut, tut, my boy! Don t be afraid to put me in as a pinch hitter for this organization. The worst I can do is to single and I might clout a home run." "But Skinner has been away two weeks " "Enough ! It would be a bad thing to obsess Skinner with the notion that we can t get along without him. Then he never would take a rest ; and I don t want any martyrs or neurasthenics round my office. You got anything on the fire that s liable to burn or boil over before you get back?" "Nothing to worry about, Gappy," Matt answered. "Our five-masted schooner Mindoro is the only vessel requiring immediate attention. She arrived at Sydney yesterday with lumber from Gray s Harbor, and as yet I haven t been able to get a satisfactory return cargo for her." * "What have you been holding out for?" "I want to get a cargo for delivery in San Francisco if possible. The vessel will be ready to go on dry dock by the time she gets back here; and besides, I m planning to put a semi-Diesel-type engine in her." "Not by a jugful ! She wasn t built with a shaft log, and I won t have you weakening my Mindoro by cut ting away her deadwood " "Tish! Tush! You re a back number, Gappy. They don t cut through the deadwood any more. They run the shaft out over her quarter and hang it on struts." 284 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "She ll carry a helm " "She ll not ; but if she does, let her. It ll give t] helmsman something to do." Cappy subsided, fearful that if he persisted he migl be given new evidence of the fact that times changed a trifle, here and there, since he had oj tensibly gone on the retired list. "Well, I ll take care of the Mindoro," he assured his son-in-law. "Early in life I adopted the woodpecfo as my patron saint. Ever since, whenever I want thing I keep pecking away, and pretty soon I bi through somewhere." The following morning, bursting with a sense ol responsibility, Cappy came bustling down to the offic and got on the job at eight-thirty. After lookii through the mail he called up all the freight brokers ii town and urged them to make a special effort to line up a San Francisco cargo for the Mindoro; then h< summoned Mr. Skinner s stenographer and was busy dictating when Mr. J. Augustus Redell was announced by a youth from the general office. Cappy went the door to welcome his beloved young friend and busi ness enemy. "Come in, Gus, my dear boy," he chirped, "and resl your face and hands." He turned to the stenographei "That will be all, my dear, for the present. I can 4 dictate business secrets in the presence of this- ahem harumph-h-h ! er " His desk telephone rang. Cappy took down tl receiver and grunted. "J. O. Heyfuss & Co. are calling you, Mr. Ricks, his private exchange operator announced. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 285 Cappy smiled and nodded. J. O. Heyfuss & Co. were ship, freight and marine insurance brokers. "Something doing for my Mindoro" he soliloquized aloud. "Mr. Ricks ?" a voice came over the wire. "Hello there !" Cappy replied at the top of his voice. For some reason he always shouted when telephoning. "Ricks on the job! What j a got for my Mindoro Heyfuss? . . . Zinc ore? Never carried any before. Don t know what it looks like. . . . Yes ; that freight rate is acceptable. We should have more, but God forbid that we should be considered human hogs . . Yes. . . . Sure it s for discharge in San Francisco? ... All right. Close for it. ... Good-bye ! . . . Hey there, Heyfuss! Don t close in a hurry. See if you can t get the charterers to pay the towage over to her loading port. If they won t pay all, strike em for half." He hung up without saying good-bye. "Well, that s out of the way," he declared with satis faction. "Just closed for a cargo of zinc ore from Australia to San Francisco ex our schooner Mindoro. Matt Peasley s been hunting wild-eyed for a cargo for her scouring the market, Gus and nothing doing I And here the old master comes along and digs up a cargo while you d be saying Jack Robinson. By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, if you can show me how the rising generation is going to get by " He paused suddenly, leaned forward, and pointed an accusing finger at his visitor. "Gus," he charged, "you re up to something. I can see it in your eyes. You look guilty." Mr. Redell hitched his chair close to Cappy and with 286 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES his index finger tapped the old gentleman three times on the right knee three impressive taps. "Alden P. Ricks," he began with equal impressiveness, "I have a scheme " Gappy chuckled and slapped his thin old thigh. "I knew it ! By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet ! Gus, if you ever come into my office and fail to unload a scheme on me I ll think you aren t enjoying your usual robust health. What are you going to start now? A skunk farm for cornering the market on Russian sable?" "Cut out the hilarity. This is serious business, Cappy. I can show you where you and I can waltz into the Chicago Pit, make a killing on December wheat, and escape with a sizable wad before our identity is dis covered." Cappy, caught off his guard, blinked at the enormity of the prospect ; but, remembering his dignity as a busi ness man, he shook his head sadly and replied : "Wheat ! Wheat, eh ? A lumber and shipping man monkeying with wheat? Not for little old Alden P. Ricks ! No, sir ! When I go speculating I stick to my specialties lumber and ships. Did you ever hear of a gambler, winning a fortune at faro, who didn t drop his winnings on the ponies?" "But this is a beautiful layout." "I don t know anything about wheat and I m too old to learn. Besides, I don t trust you, Gus. You re an infernal scoundrel; and experience has taught me that any time I take your tip and go in on a deal I have to step lively to keep from being walked on." "But this time I m free from guile. I won t stab you, Cappy." "No use! The last boat just left, Augustus." He always shouted when telephoning. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 287 Mr. Redell, however, was made of rather stern stuff. !He was a young man who never took "No" for an answer. Persistence was his most striking character- iistic. "Now listen," he implored. "Let the dead past bury itself. I give you my word of honor, Cappy, that this deal is on the level. Just let me put all my cards on the table while you take a look ; then, if you don t want rto come in, all I ask is your word of honor that you ll ustay out while I round up a partner with red blood in his veins." Cappy pricked up his ears at that. He saw that Redell was serious ; he knew that once the latter passed his word of honor he never broke it. Still, Cappy did not wish to appear precipitate in his surrender; >so he said weakly : "I am against speculation." "You mean you re against foolish speculation," Redell corrected him. "I take it, however, that you have no objection to playing a sure thing." "Well," Cappy admitted, "in that event I might be persuaded. Nevertheless, I m afraid of you. There s a fly in the ointment, even if I cannot see it. You owe me a poke, and you ll never rest until you ve squared the account between us." Mr. Redell held up his hands in abject distress. "Cappy," he pleaded, "don t say that. You wrong me cruelly. It is in my power to stand idly by and let you assimilate a poke right now; but, just to show you I haven t any hard feelings, I ll do something nice for you instead." "What do you mean nice?" 288 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "I ll save you money not only today but for years to come; and I ll save your self-respect." "Shoot !" "Call up J. O. Heyfuss & Co. and tell them to take their cargo of zinc ore in bulk for your schooner Mindore and g to the devil with it !" "But, good gracious, boy, I have to get something for her homeward trip !" "In this case nothing is better than something. Do you know anything about zinc ore?" "Yes; as much as an Eskimo knows about the doc trine of transubstantiation." "I thought so. Well, I ll enlighten you. Zinc ore is blamed near as heavy as lead, and it s as fine as cement. Load it in a ship in bulk and, what with the pitching and rolling of a vessel on a long voyage, she opens up every seam and crack in her interior; then this powdered ore sifts into the skin of the ship and down into her bilge, and you ll never be able to get it out without tearing the ship apart. Why, after a vessel has freighted a cargo of zinc ore there may be as much as fifty tons left in her after she s supposed to be discharged; and, of course, thereafter she ll carry that much less cargo than she did before. Besides, the consignees are liable to send you a bill for the shortage; you can gamble your head they ll deduct it from the freight bill." "Holy sailor!" Cappy was appalled. "Why," Redell continued, "I m surprised at yoi ignorance, Cappy!" "And I m amazed at your intelligence! Where di< you get all this zinc-ore dope?" Cappy challen^ "How do you know it s true?" GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 289 "I got it from Captain Matt Peasley. I heard him give it to J. O. Heyfuss on the floor of the Merchants Exchange two weeks ago, when Heyfuss tried to sneak up on his blind side and hang that cargo of zinc -ore on him. I guess they weren t importing much zinc ore when you were active in business, Gappy, or you d have known all about it. You see the plot, don t you? As soon as Heyfuss learned that Matt Peasley and Skinner had gone away, leaving a defenseless old man on the job, he organized himself to spear you." "The shameless son of a sea cook! By gravy, Gus, you re my friend !" "Need any more proof?" "Not a speck." "Then I ll give you some. Call up Heyfuss and de clare that ore cargo off; after you ve done that I ll tell you where you can get something better. More over, you can close the deal yourself and save the brokerage." CHAPTER XLI Cappy Ricks called up J. O. Heyfuss and in a few terse sentences told that individual where to head in. "Now, then " he began, facing round on Redell once more. Again RedelPs index finger tapped Cappy s knee. Dramatically he pronounced a single word: "Wheat !" "Wheat ?" "Wheat!" "What kind of wheat?" In his amazement Cappy was rather helpless. "Number One white Australian wheat." "You jibbering jackdaw! Wheat? Don t you know blamed well that wheat is one of the commodities Australia never exports to these United States? Why? Because we don t need her doggoned wheat ! We grow all the wheat we need and a lot more we don t need ; we export that, and it s just as fine wheat as you ll find anywhere. Moreover, any time our crop is a failure, our next-door neighbor, Canada, is Johnny-on-the- spot, ready to make prompt delivery. So what in thunder are you talking about?" For answer J. Augustus Redell drew from his pocket that morning s paper and pointed to the headline of a front-page story. Cappy adjusted his spectacles and read: Bakers Announce Six-Cent Loaf! "Hum-m-m!" said Cappj, 290 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 291 "You bet ! And it s a smaller loaf, by the way. Doesn t that argue that there is something doing in wheat, when the price of bread goes to six cents for a half portion ?" "Well, there might be something in that, Gus. Crack along and tell me some more." "Until the identity of the real culprits is fixed, Cappy, we must blame the war in Europe for the six- cent loaf; likewise for the fifteen-dollar shoe that for merly cost our wives six or seven ; for the eleven pounds of sugar for a dollar, when twenty to twenty-two pounds was the standard in the good old days. Europe is too busy fighting to pay much attention to farming; the wheat farmers of Canada are somewhere in France instead of being at home tending to business ; and it has been up to Uncle Sam and the Argentine Republic to feed the world, you might say. Naturally speculat ors have seized upon this condition to shoot the price of wheat to the skies, and in desperation the millers have been casting about to buy cheaper wheat. Investiga tion discloses the fact that Australia has an enormous quantity of wheat on hand; some of it is the surplus of the 1915 crop. Of course she has exported all she could to England; but, at that, she has been handi capped." "How?" "Because when a ship sails from Liverpool with goods for Australia, it is a rare case when that same ship promptly loads with Australian goods and puts back to Liverpool. She takes a cargo of coal, say, from Newcastle up to Manila; a general cargo from Manila to Seattle or San Francisco ; thence to a West Coast port with a general cargo ; thence to New York CAPPY RICKS RETIRES with nitrate ; thence to Europe with foodstuffs or muni tions. Australia hasn t had the tonnage to export her wheat and it s been piling up on her. Now they ve simply got to sell something to get some ready money." "This is perfectly re-markable !" Redell took a document from his pocket and gravely handed it to Gappy, who examined it and discovered the same to be a charter party, consummated the day be fore between the West Coast Trading Company, owners of the barkentine Mazeppa, and Messrs. Ford & Carter, a well known export and import firm whose principal business was done in grain. Cappy read the charter party carefully and even verified the signatures, with which he was familiar. The vessel was to carry a cargo of wheat from Melbourne to San Francisco at a freight rate that fairly shrieked the word "Dividend." "Re-markable !" Cappy declared. "Preposterous !" "Seeing is believing. Call up Ford & Carter, and they ll jump over themselves to give you a cargo of wheat for your Mmdoro." "Im-possible!" "Well, I m telling you. Why, it stands to reason, Cappy! Canada and the United States are so much nearer Europe than is Australia that it has been cheaper to use our wheat, and the result is we ve been cleaned out ; and the newspapers are filled with dismal stories of the sufferings of the poor due to the increased price of bread." "Come to think of it, Gus, there Jias been a lot of that stuff in the papers lately. But, of course, when a fellow s stomach is full and he isn t in danger of being attached for debt, he never thinks of the less GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 293 fortunate brother. Yes, Gus, I dare say the demand for our wheat now exceeds the visible supply." "Is it any wonder, then, that this condition of affairs should come to the attention of the Australian ex porters ? Just because Australian wheat has never been shipped into the United States is no reason why it shouldn t be shipped particularly when the price of flour goes up daily. Why, we pay two and a half dollars for the fifty-pound sack of flour that formerly cost us a dollar and a quarter ! Eggs are up to seventy cents a dozen by jingo, Gappy, what s going to be come of us?" "God knows !" Gappy answered dismally. Redell had him hypnotized. Already Gappy could see the gates of the poorhouse opening to receive them all. Redell s voice brought him back to a realization of his peril. "You ll find, Gappy Ricks, that for months to come every sailing vessel that carries lumber to Australia from the Pacific Coast will come back with a cargo of wheat while these war prices are maintained." "Great Jumping Jehoshaphat ! How d you get next to all this, Gus?" "The early bird gets the worm, and success comes to the man who creates his own opportunities. I thought it all up out of my own head, Gappy, and then tried it out on Ford & Carter. It knocked em cold for a minute; but that was only because the proposition was so unusual. When I explained the situation to them, however, and gave them time to digest it, both offered to take me out to luncheon. You can see for yourself they ve chartered our Mazeppa at a fancy freight rate." 294 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES Cappy licked his lips. "The Mindoro is sound, tight and seaworthy," murmured. "She could carry wheat." "Come on in, Cappy. The water s fine !" "I ll do it! Gus, you re a mighty good fellow, if do say it that shouldn t. I have five windjammers route to Australia this minute, and, by the Holy Toed Prophet, if I can get wheat charters for all them on the return trip I ll accept, if it costs me mone] Gus, something has got to be done about this high cos of living or we ll all go to hell together. There come a time in a man s life when he must put aside sordid question of How much is there in it for mei and ask himself: How much can I put in it for other fellow? Gus, it s our Christian duty to furnij tonnage to import this wheat. We should, as patriot] citizens, make it our business to boom Australian whc in the United States and give these doggoned piral that gamble in the foodstuffs of the country a run f< their money. Food prices should be regulated by tl Government. The Chicago Pit should be abolished legislative enactment " "Well, they won t do it this year, Cappy," Red* interrupted dryly. "Still, it occurred to me that I sai an opening where two high-minded philanthropists- to wit, Alden P. Ricks and J. Augustus Redell strike a blow for freedom and at the same time gii these wheat speculators a kick where it will do the the most good. When one cannot annihilate his enem] the next best thing is to take some money away from him; and you and I, Cappy Ricks, can take a young fortune away from these fellows, while at the same time depressing the price of wheat and doing our fellow GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 295 countrymen a favor. Are you prepared to volunteer under my banner? If so, hold up your right hand." Cappy held up his right hand. "Out with it, Gus," he ordered ; "out with it ! This is most interesting." "Ah! You re interested now, are you? Well, bear ing in mind the fact that your specialty is lumber and ships, I will give you an opportunity to withdraw be fore it is too late. Besides, it occurs to me that I have already done enough for you today." "Don t be greedy, Gus. Remember there is an excep tion to every rule. Besides, I m getting old and er ahem ! hell s bells, boy, I ve got to have my fling every once in a while. Come now, Gus ! Out with it ! I believe your proposition embodied the coupling of both our names in the betting, did it not ?" "It did, Cappy. Still, come to think of it, I really ought not to come in here and tempt you into speculat ing " "How much money do you want?" Cappy shrilled im patiently. "Cut out this infernal drivel and get down to business. Unfold your proposition; and if it looks to me like a winner I ll take a flyer with you if it s the last act of my sinful life." "On your own head be it, Cappy. Here goes ! How ever, before laying my plan before you, perfect frank ness compels me to state that my visit to you was not born of an overweening desire to do you a kindness or make money for you. Philanthropy is not my long suit in business hours ; and my interest in you today is purely a selfish one." "Go on ; go on, boy ! Am I a child in arms ?" "I have made a ball, Cappy," Redell continued, "and 296 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES I want you to fire it. I have a splendid prescription to make a clean-up in December wheat " "Give me your prescription." "Well, sir, my prescription lacks one small ingredient to make it a standard household remedy. You can supply that ingredient to wit, cash of the present standard of weight and fineness. Every spare dollar that Live Wire Luiz and I can get our hands on is working overtime in the legitimate business of the West Coast Trading Company; every loose asset with a hockable value has been hocked, and we dare not strain our credit with our banker by borrowing money with which to speculate. If I apply for a sizable loan, without putting up collateral, he ll ask me what I want to do with the money and if I answer truthfully he ll throw Luiz and me and our account out of his bank. And I never was a very successful liar. Therefore, in consideration of the valuable information I can furnish, I suggest that you carry me for a quarter of a million bushels of December wheat." "How much will that cost me?" Cappy queried warily. "We ll operate on margin. I think a margin of ten cents a bushel will do the trick; of course, if wheat should go up a point you ll be asked to come through with more money. However, I have a sneaking notion that a well-known heavyweight like you can place his order with any of the local brokers without having to put up a single cent ; at the most they might ask you for five thousand or ten thousand dollars. But they know you re good for any engagement you may make; they d be tickled to death to have your promissory note. I suggest that you get in touch with a sound brokerage house in this city one that is a member of the New GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 297 York Exchange and the Chicago Board of Trade and sell, for my account, two hundred and fifty thousand Dushels of December wheat at the market." "What ll I do for myself?" "Go as far as you like. You know your own limita tions. I m desirous of selling a quarter of a million bushels at the market; and, as I am furnishing the plans and specifications for this raid, I suggest that you sell at least a quarter of a million yourself." "Funny business !" Cappy murmured. "Selling a juarter of a million bushels of wheat you do not own ind never will! Hum-m-m! Ahem! Harumph-h-h! Then what?" He bent his head and gazed very severely at Mr. lledell over the rims of his spectacles. For reply Mr. ledell took from his pocket thirteen sheaves of paper *nd handed them to Cappy, who investigated and dis- overed them to be thirteen forty-eight-hour options >n thirteen sailing vessels bound to Australian ports dth lumber, and not as yet provided with a return argo to the United States. "By to-morrow morning I shall have exercised those ptions and closed for thirteen cargoes of wheat," jledell explained. "You have five vessels bound to Australia also. Give me an option on them for their jeturn cargo and that will make eighteen." 5 "Yes, yes. Then what?" 1 "I will charter all of the eighteen to Ford & Carter, ho will load them with Number One white Australian I heat for Pacific Coast ports. Before doing so, how- j/er, Ford & Carter will have closed contracts with t.acific Coast milling companies for the sale of every 298 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES grain of it, in order to protect themselves against a falling market." "Naturally. And the market is " "December wheat closed in the Chicago Pit yesterday at $1.89%, and the market has been very stiff for quite a while. The bulls are right on the job." "Will not the advent of all this Australian wheat depress the market?" Cappy shrilled excitedly. "Not unless the bears happen to find it out, Cappy," Redell retorted gently. "It is our job to bring the matter to their attention, for it so happens that Alden P. Ricks and J. Augustus Redell are the only two people in the United States who happen to know about it. Ford & Carter know ; but they are very conserva tive, and I doubt that the tremendous possibilities of this information have occurred to them. At any rate, we ll probably be first aboard the lugger." Cappy nodded sagely. "Are you sure, Gus, my dear young friend, that we are not too conservative in selling but a quarter of a million bushels each? There s such a thing as play ing em too close to the vest, you know." "We ll try selling half a million bushels first; if that doesn t depress the market we ll just keep on selling until something happens. That s right, isn t it?" "I think so. The bulls will probably grab that first half million bushels to hold up the market; they may even absorb a million. We ll try em, at any rate. What next?" "Having sold all we can at the market, Cappy, our next move will be to kick the market to pieces." "How?" "Publicity ! We ll tell all we know to the bears. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 299 bulls will get panicky ; the bears will take heart of hope, and with Number One white Australian wheat they ll beat the brains out of the market and in all probability kick it down to $1.85, at which figure we promptly buy as much wheat as we have previously sold. Thus we cover our shorts, and the difference between $1.89% and $1.85, less brokerage and interest if any will be, roughly speaking, four cents. Four cents on a quarter of a million bushels is ten thousand dollars not a great deal, truly, in these days of swollen for tunes, but, nevertheless, a nice piece of velvet eh, Gappy, you sporty boy?" "It isn t so much the money we make," Gappy replied sagely. "It s the fun we have making it, my boy ; the joy of putting over a winner. The instant a man begins to love money for money s sake he s a knave and a fool. Kill him! But er ahem as you say, my dear young friend, ten thousand each is not to be er sneezed at." "Then you re coming in on the deal?" "I should tell a man !" After the fashion of the West they shook hands on it and went to luncheon at the Commercial Club. CHAPTER XLII Directly luncheon was over and Cappy Ricks had returned to his office, J. Augustus Redell moved into action. He called on Messrs. Ford & Carter, talked the situation over with them, and showed them where they, having the necessary tonnage in hand with which to guarantee delivery, could bring a couple of million bushels of fine Number One white Australian wheat to the Pacific Coast, cut the price a cent, and doubtless unload every kernel of it at a fair profit. There was every probability that wheat would go to two dollars. For his part in producing this profit Mr. Redell desired a commission of five per cent on all sales of wheat imported in the bottoms he had under option and which he stood ready to turn over to Ford & Carter without profit, since the owners of the vessels would pay him the customary broker s com mission on the freight money earned on the voyage. Ford & Carter said they would think the matter over; so Mr. Redell tactfully withdrew, stating that he would call up the following day for an answer. He knew Ford & Carter would promptly dispatch a long cablegram to their agent in Australia, instruct ing him to get a forty-eight-hour option on the wheat, with a guaranty of delivery to the vessels as they ar rived from time to time. Meantime, Ford & Carter would quote every milling company in the West, subject to prior acceptance and their ability to deliver Num- 300 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 301 her One Australian wheat at a price that would be of interest. If the milling companies accepted this rather nebulous quotation and telegraphed orders, and Ford & Carter s Australian agent could purchase at a satisfactory price the wheat to fill these orders, then Ford & Carter would make formal acceptance and purchase the wheat. If, on the other hand, their agent in Australia failed to get the wheat, then Ford & Carter had an "out" with the milling companies who desired to buy the wheat from them, and the entire matter would be off, with Ford & Carter merely out a couple of hundred dollars in telegraph bills. That was the bet they had to make to put their fortune to the touch ; and right cheerfully did they make it. J. Augustus Redell gave them all the time he could. His forty-eight-hour options on the vessels then en route to Australia had cost him nothing; that was a courtesy which one shipowner always extends to an other, free of charge, unless the vessel happens to be on demurrage at the time the option is given. When his options were within two hours of expiring he called on Ford & Carter. "We ll take em all," Carter almost shouted at him. "They ll be arriving with sufficient time elapsing be tween arrivals to guarantee us immunity from any undue delay or embarrassment in loading them. We ve bought the wheat and sold it ; now give us the tonnage to freight it, Redell, and we ll all be happy, and a little richer than we were the day before yesterday." Redell took up the telephone and called each ship owner, in turn, to inform him that he would exercise his option on the latter s ship, and for the owner to pre- 302 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES pare charter parties and send them up to his office for signature. "I will have no difficulty in getting the owners to agree to an assignment of these charters to you," he advised Carter. "You and Ford are brothers in good standing, I take it. However, if they insist on doing business through me, in order that they may hold me responsible, I ll simply recharter to you at the same rate." "Lovely !" cried Messrs. Ford & Carter in unison. Ten minutes later J. Augustus Redell burst into Cappy Ricks sanctum and wakened the old gentleman from his afternoon siesta. "The trap is set," he announced. "Come on, Cappy ! We re going up to the broker s office now and give the order to sell our December wheat. I can t go alone, you know. There wouldn t be an odor of sanctity about the transaction if I did." "We ll have Gregg & Company attend to it for us," Cappy announced. "You remember Harry Gregg, don t you? Used to be in the steamship business years ago. Gosh, that boy knows me! He ll take a sti# finger bet from Alden P. Ricks." Together they motored uptown to the office of Gregg & Co., where Cappy s card gained him instant ad mittance to the broker s private office. Redell remained in the anteroom on pretense of speaking to an acquaint ance, and the instant Cappy disappeared into Gregg s office Redell stepped out into the hall, where he waited until Cappy had booked his order and came hunting for him. "Well, I ve sold my two hundred and fifty thousand bushels at a dollar-ninety," Cappy announced. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 603 "How much margin?" Redell demanded. "Oh, Gregg didn t sting me very hard. Ten cents a bushel. It seemed like a good bet to him. He looks for a drop in December wheat." "Met a pest out here and couldn t seem to get away from him," Redell explained. "Take me in and intro duce me to Gregg, and I ll give him an order to sell a jag of wheat for me." Gappy complied and Redell gave the broker his order. "It will take about twenty-five thousand dollars to margin this trade, Mr. Redell," the latter remarked easily as he wrote out the order and handed a copy to Redell. "Nonsense !" Gappy struck in. "Mr. Redell is one of our most delightful, trustworthy and popular young men, and to ask him for twenty-five thousand dollars today would prejudice his standing with his banker. I guarantee him, Harry. Treat him as you d treat me. I guarantee him up to a hundred thousand dollars." "Your guaranty goes with me, Mr. Ricks," Gregg answered promptly, and shoved the copy of the order he had just booked over to Gappy, together with the fountain pen. Gappy wrote: "O. K. Alden P. Ricks." Redell gave his check for ten thousand dollars margin and the deal was closed. When the scheming pair re turned to Cappy s office the latter gave Redell his check for ten thousand to reimburse Redell for mar gining the trade, in accordance with Cappy s verbal agreement to provide the sinews of war. "Now then, Gappy," Redell announced as he stuffed Cappy s check into his pocket, "the next move is to return to my office, close those charters with the 304 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES owners and turn the ships over to Ford & Carter. That matter attended to, I shall, with eighteen charter parties in my pocket, drift casually over to the Mer chants* Exchange. There I shall find the market re porters for both of our sunrise sheets ; if they are not there I shall wait until they arrive. These gifted young men I shall draw to one side; to them I shall, with great gusto, relate a tale of Number One white Aus tralian wheat, shortly to descend upon the United States of America in no less than eighteen vessels, now char tered for that purpose, with more to follow. In proof of this statement I shall exhibit the charter parties; and then " "Front-page story !" Cappy declared, interrupting. "Not yet but soon. To get on the front page a story must be rather unusual. A perusal of our daily rags will convince the most skeptical that the sensa tional, the unusual, the bizarre are what appeal most to the men who make the newspapers. The unusual thing about our deal lies in the fact that this is the first time in the history of Australia or the United States that the former country has exported wheat into the latter the first time the latter has ever had to call on an outsider for help. Then, Cappy, it will be a front-page story and how those boys will hop to it ! Why, we ll get a column about Australian wheat invading the land of the free whose rapacity threatens the very food that goes into the mouths of little children! Litl children and their mouths is good stuff! I ll use thi line when slipping the story to the boys. They overlook it if I didn t. I ll remind them of the six-cei loaf of bread, the sufferings of the poor, and how ft CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 305 the importation of Australian wheat will go to knock the Chicago wheat barons for a goal." "Here, here! You re too precipitate," Cappy cau tioned. "Don t tip this story off to both reporters. That s coarse work. Tell it to one only. Put him under obligations to you by seeming to give him a scoop. Tell him you won t say a word to his competitor, and he ll tell his city editor the story is exclusive; then they ll be certain to play it up big." "Cappy, you re the shadow of a rock in a weary land ! Who ll tip off the other reporter?" "I will, of course. Leave it to me. A man doesn t go through the mill of Big Business without knowing the way of that singularly useful individual, the news paper man." Redell sat down and laughed until the tears ran down his merry countenance. Cappy thought the outlook sufficiently cheerful to warrant that laugh, and sus pected nothing. He even joined in the laugh. "And to-morrow morning, when that story appears, the local brokerage firms will be calling up Ford & Carter to verify it," Redell continued presently. "Of course it will be verified ; then bingo ! the story will be wired on to Chicago. It busts, first, in the Wheat Pit and, second, in the afternoon editions. The bears will leap on the market and kick it to pieces ; the bulls will get panic-stricken and hesitate about supporting it; all the little fellows who have been going long on December wheat will get cold feet and throw their trades overboard; and before the smoke clears away December wheat will break four or five points." Cappy Ricks put his old arm around his young 306 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES friend nd gave him a paternal hug. He winked wickedly. "My dear boy," he suggested, "suppose you and I go out and pin one on? Hey? How about you, boy? A pint of 98, in order that we may properly drink con fusion to the wolf of want and damnation to dull care !" CHAPTER XLIII Late that afternoon Cappy Ricks graciously sum moned the Chronicle reporter to his office and told him in detail all he knew about the Australian wheat invasion. "Of course," he added, "this may be mere street gossip; but I think there s something in it, my boy. At any rate, I thought you might care to be tipped off to the situation. It looks like a corking story to me. I suggest that you call up Ford & Carter and see what they have to say about it." "I wonder whether the Examiner reporter has a tip on this?" the Chronicle man queried hopefully. "Not from me. This story is for you, young man. That s why I called you down to my office." About the same hour J. Augustus Redell might have been seen at the press table on Change, unfolding a similar story to the market reporter of the Examiner, who thought it was a humdinger of a story, and so declared. "All right. Glad you think so," Mr. Redell replied, beaming upon him. "And just to show you I m right, I ll not breathe a word of it to the Chronicle man." Having planted his journalistic bomb, Mr. Redell glanced at his watch. It was exactly eleven o clock. "I still have time," he murmured, and departed imme diately to the office of Gregg & Co., where he placed an order to sell for his account up to half a million bushels 307 308 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES of December wheat, but to cease selling the instant market hesitated to absorb it or the price broke point. At the same moment, in another brokeraj office, Cappy Ricks was issuing a similar order, fore the market closed, Cappy had succeeded in sel] ing a hundred and eighty thousand bushels, while R< dell had disposed of a hundred and thirty. Evidenth the bears took it as it came, for the market clos< strong at $1.89. Neither Cappy nor Redell reported at his office t] following day. At the hour when the market open( in Chicago both schemers appeared on the floor of t] Merchants Exchange and bent their gaze upon the onl; blackboard on Change they had not heretofore honoi with their scrutiny the board in back of the Gr* Pit, which carried the quotations on the Chicago Boai of Trade, already beginning to come in by wire. For an hour the trading was inactive. Then sud denly the price broke half a point as somebody tossc a lot of fifty thousand bushels on the market. Cappj and Redell each wondered whether he might not be th< responsible party; and while they pondered somebody unloaded a hundred thousand bushels at $1.88. Capp; gasped as the quotations appeared on the blackboai "Something doing, Gus !" he whispered ; Redell n< ded. And now commenced a period of wild trading. Tl price crept back to $1.89, only to be assaulted ai beaten back to $1.87; then, fraction by fraction anc point by point, the price fell; and J. Augustus Red( wagged his head approvingly. "They have received our message," he said, riot is on !" CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 309 When the price had been beaten down to $1.83 Cappy turned to his associate. "I m through !" he said. "Time to cover my shorts." And he trotted away to a telephone booth. As for Redell, he would not intrust his fortune to a telephonic order, but sprang into his runabout, parked at the curb outside the Exchange, and scorched uptown to Gregg & Co. s offices, where he learned that he had sold four hundred and ten thousand bushels of December wheat. One hundred thousand had been sold at $1.90, two hundred and eighty thousand at prices varying from $1.89 to $1.88%, and the remainder at 1.88. "Buy me four hundred and ten thousand bushels at the market," he ordered. Before he left the office the sale had been confirmed and Mr. Redell s shorts had been covered at a price ranging from $1.83 to $1.83%, whereupon he closed out his trade and received a check for his margin and his profits. An hour later he met Cappy Ricks again on Change. "Well, Cappy?" he queried. "I cleaned up, thank you," the old gentleman in formed him. "Sold, bought, and got the money. This is one time it rained duck soup and I was there with a bucket." He prodded Mr. Redell playfully in the short ribs and the incident was closed. They had made a profit of more than twenty thousand dollars each; and when each returned to his office he forgot all about December wheat until half past five that evening, when both met on the deserted floor of the exchange to scan the black board. December wheat had closed that day at $1.83! 310 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES Two days later J. Augustus Redell called Cappy Ricks on the telephone. "That you, Cappy?" "Yep!" "Redell speaking. Read the story on the front page of the Chronicle this morning?" "No; what was it?" "The British Government has placed an embargo on the exportation of wheat from Australia; so all those eighteen charters I negotiated with Ford & Car ter are knocked out." "You don t say so!" "Surest thing you know, Cappy." "Well, say ! That makes it hard on Ford & Carter, doesn t it? All those ships on their hands and no wheat ! They ll have to hustle like the devil to dig up new business for them." "Not at all ! There s a clause in the charter parties that saves them. You know, Cappy that line about fires, floods, strikes, lockouts, the acts of the public enemy, and other causes beyond their control. Conse quently the ships are back on their owners hands. I wish you joy with your five, Cappy." "Well, that s all right. Considering my winnings in December wheat I won t hold it against Ford & Carter; so you needn t inject that note of malice into your conversation. Those boys are stuck hard enough as it is, I dare say. They ve contracted to deliver a lot of Australian wheat to various milling companies; they can t do it, and I ll bet they ll be sued out of house and home for breach of contract." "Oh, no, they won t! They hedged on their quota tions when making them; all those telegraphic orders CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 311 were placed with Ford & Carter subject to Ford & Carter s ability to make delivery and to prior sale. Before Ford & Carter could make them firm orders and get in over their heads, I tipped them off to the possibility of this government embargo." "You tipped them off! How did you know the British Government was going to clap an embargo on Australian wheat?" "Why, I didn t know," Redell confessed. "I just guessed it would; so I advised Ford & Carter to lay low a day or two and await developments. Said de velopments appear to have arrived according to sched ule, so everybody s happy. I have even reimbursed Ford & Carter to the extent of a two-hundred-and- eighty-five-dollar telegraph bill they incurred. You see, Cappy, I gave them the wrong steer, and I knew it was wrong when I gave it to them; consequently my conscience wouldn t let me rest until I d squared my self." "You in-fer-nal scoundrel! Well, you didn t give me the wrong steer; and I m surprised at that. For once in your life you were on the level." "Don t cheer until you re out of the woods. Do you remember that German steamer, the Valkyrie, that you skinned me out of last year?" "Ah!" Cappy chuckled; "you bet I remember that! Maybe after a while, my dear young friend, you ll get enough of this funny business and lay off on the old man." "I m off you now. I ve had enough of you, Cappy Ricks. I ve made fifty thousand dollars off you in the past week ; and that satisfies me." "Gus, don t lie to me ! You didn t make a cent more CAPPY RICKS RETIRES than I did and I made a trifle more than twenty-four thousand dollars." "I? that so? Well, listen to me tell it; When you and I cashed in that day our deal was closed wasn 1 it?" "Yes." "And I d played fair with you?" "You certainly did, Gus." "Then I was freed from any further obligations t( take you into partnership with me, was I not?" "That s how I figure it, my boy." "That s how I figured it also, Gappy. Consequently, being morally certain that the British Government would place an embargo on the exportation of Austra lian wheat Gappy, you must admit that the Britisl Government would have been absolutely crazy if i1 hadn t I just called on Gregg & Co. and boughl another half million bushels of December wheat a1 $1.83 to $1.84 a bushel. Then I sat tight and wail for that embargo story to break. Gappy, do you knoi that story just raised hell on the Chicago Pit today] The bears were caught napping ; and the bulls got busy and kicked the price up to $1.90 again, at which figure unloaded and took my profit." "You amazing rascal! Why didn t you tip your partner off to that deal?" "We were no longer partners. You admitted that a moment ago. When I first outlined this scheme I didn t have a dollar to spare with which I could speculate. Every last cent was tied up in the business of the West Coast Trading Company. So I schemed to take you in as a partner on one-half of the deal; and you not only financed me but guaranteed me to the broker! CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 313 Your introduction was all I wanted. After that my credit was as good as December wheat ; in consequence of which, without a cent invested, I was actually enabled to carry a trade for half a million bushels ! Much obliged to you, Cappy. You re a fine old sport, and I like you I wouldn t be surprised if you laid off on me after this eh, Cappy?" "Gus," said Cappy Ricks, "one of these days the Democratic party is going to wake up and discover that America isn t where they left it the night before! And when that happens they re going to ask you about it, you you infer-nal " The phone clicked. J. Augustus Redell had hung up. "Drat it! God bless him!" murmured Cappy Ricks and hung up, too. CHAPTER XLIV WHENEVER Gappy Ricks made up his mind tha his Blue Star Navigation Company ought t add another vessel to its rapidly growing fleet, he pre f erred to build her ; for a few bitter experiences early i life had convinced him that the man who buys the othe fellow s ship quite frequently is given a bonus in th shape of the other fellow s troubles troubles whic have the unhappy faculty of tilting the profit-and loss account over into the red-ink figures. In orde to avoid these troubles, therefore, Cappy would sum mon his naval architect, whom he would practically drive to distraction by fussing over the plans submittec before giving a final grudging acceptance. The blu prints approved, Cappy would spend a week pickinj holes in the specifications, and when there was no mor fault to find Mr. Skinner, his general manager and th president of the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company would send a list of the timbers, planking, and so on required, to one of Cappy s sawmills in Washington for Cappy had a theory the good Lord knows why or where acquired that Douglas fir from the state 01 Washington was better for shipbuilding purposes than Douglas fir grown in Oregon. Perhaps he figured that the Columbia River, which separates the two states made a difference in grade. The woods boss would then be adjured to select his trees with great care. No tree would do that sprouted 314 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 315 a limb within eighty feet of the butt, and the butt had to be at least six feet in diameter, in order that it might produce fine, clear, long-length planks that would not contain "heart" timber the heart of a log having a tendency to check or split when seasoned. When the material was sawed a Blue Star steam schooner would transport it to San Francisco Bay, and it would be stored in Cappy s retail lumber yard in Oakland, to be seasoned and air-dried ; following which Gappy Ricks would let the contract for the building of the vessel to a shipyard on Oakland Estuary, and sell the builder this seasoned stock at the price of rough green material, even though it was worth two dollars a thousand extra not to mention the additional value for the extra-long lengths furnished specially. Cappy s ancestors, back in Maine, had built too many ships to have failed to im press upon him the wisdom of this course; for, on this point at least, initial extravagance inevitably de velops into ultimate economy. Following the laying of the keel, Gappy would come out of retirement and become an extremely busy man. He had the vessel s engines to consider; and for two weeks his private office would resound with the argu ments and recriminations of Gappy and his port en gineer. There would be much talk of pistons, displace ment of cylinders, stroke, reciprocating engines, steeple compound and triple-expansion engines, Scotch boilers, winches, compressors, dynamos, composition and iron propellers and the latest developments in crude-oil burners. And on the day when the port engineer, grown desperate because of the old man s opposition to some detail, would fly into a rage and resign, Gappy would know that, at last, everything was all right; 316 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES whereupon he would scornfully reject the resignation and take his port engineer to luncheon at the Com mercial Club, just to show he wasn t harboring a grudge. In the meantime the port captain would be making daily visits to the shipyard to make certain that the builder was holding rigidly to the specifications and not trying to skimp here and there; and on Saturdays Cappy would accompany him and satisfy himself that the port captain wasn t being imposed upon. Finally the ship would be launched; and as she slid down the ways Cappy Ricks would be standing on her forecastle head, his old heart fluttering in his thirty-six-inch chest and his coat-tails fluttering in the breeze, one arm round the port captain and the other round the port engineer. As the hull slipped into the drink he would say: "Boys, this is the life! I love it! By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, there s more romance in ships than you ll find in most married lives !" Then he would wave an arm up Oakland Estuary, which prior to the great war was the graveyard of Pacific Coast shipping, and say with great pride: "Well, we ve done a good job on this craft, boys; she ll never end in Rotten Row! Every sliver in her is air-dried and seasoned. That s the stuff! Build em of unseasoned material and dry rot develops the first year; in five years they re punk inside, and then some fine day they re posted as missing at Lloyd s. Did you ever see a Blue Star ship lying in Rotten Row ? No ; you bet you didn t and you never will ! I never built a cheap boat and I never ran em cheap. By gravy, the Blue Star ships GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 317 are like the Blue Nose that owns em ! They ll be found dead on the job!" Quite early in 1915 the Blue Star Navigation Com pany had found ample opportunity, due to a world scarcity of tonnage, to dispose of several of their oldest and smallest steam schooners at unbelievably fine prices. "Get rid of them, Matt," Cappy advised his son-in- law, Captain Matt Peasley, whom he had made presi dent of the company. "You have the permission of the president emeritus to go as far as you like. Big boats for us from now on, boy. Slip the little ones while the slipping is good. These high prices will not pre vail very long only while the war continues; and at the rate they re slaughtering each other over in France the war will be over in six months; then prices will fall kerflump ! Then we ll build a couple of real steamers." So Matt Peasley promptly sold five steam schooners, following which he made up his mind that the world still had two years of war ahead of it. Accordingly he urged the letting of contracts for two seven- thousand-five- hundred-ton steel freighters immediately. "Nothing doing !" Cappy declared. "Why, it s rank nonsense to think of building now at wartime prices. If our recent sales have pinched us for tonnage we ll have to charter from our neighbors and worry along as best we can until the war is over." "You re making a mistake, Cappy Ricks," his son-in- law warned him. "Ask Skinner if I am. Skinner, let s have your opin ion." Mr. Skinner, always cautious and ultra-conservative 318 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES promptly advised against Matt Peasley s course; but Matt would not be downed without a fight. "I know prices for ship construction are fearfully high just now," he admitted; "but mark my words ! they re going to double; and if we place our contracts now, while we have an opportunity to do so, we ll be getting in on the ground floor. I tell you that war hasn t really started yet ; and the longer it continues the higher will prices on all commodities soar but principally on ship construction. Father-in-law, I beg of you to let me get busy and build. Suppose the boats do cost us a quarter of a million dollars more each than we could have built them for in 1914. What of it? We have the money and if we didn t have it we could borrow it. I don t care what a ship costs me when freight rates are soaring to meet the advance in construction costs." Nevertheless, Cappy and Mr. Skinner hooted him down. Three months later, however, when Cappy Ricks had changed his mind, and Mr. Skinner was too heartbroken to curse himself for a purblind idiot, it was too late to place the contracts. Every shipyard in the United States and abroad was loaded up with building orders for three years in advance, and the Blue Star Navigation Company was left to twiddle its cor porate thumbs. Matt Peasley was so angry that he almost speculated on the delight of being at sea again, in command of a square rigger, with Cappy Ricks and Mr. Skinner signed on as A.B. s ; in which condition of servitude he might dare to call them aft and knock their heads together. However, he managed to have his revenge. Every time nitrate freights went up a dollar a ton he told them about it with great gusto, and the CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 319 day he chartered the Tillicum for Vladivostok, with steel for the Russian Government at seventy-five dollars a ton, he had poor Gappy moaning in his wretchedness. "Just think how nice it would be," he taunted his aged relative, "if we had only placed contracts for two big boats when I urged it. By the middle of summer I d have them both on the Vladivostok run perhaps at a hundred dollars a ton; and long before the war is over you could do what you ve been trying to do for the past ten years." "Do what?" Gappy queried. "Retire !" Matt retorted meaningly. "In-fernal young scoundrel !" Gappy was angry enough to commit murder. "Out of my office!" he shrilled, and pointed to the door. CHAPTER XLV For once in his busy life it was, figuratively speak ing, raining duck soup, and poor Cappy was there with a fork ! When he had recovered his composure he sent for Matt Peasley. "Matt, my dear boy," he confessed miserably, "this is certainly one occasion upon which father appears to have overlooked his hand. However, none of us is perfect ; and if we re caught out without an umbrella, so to speak " "We?" Matt reminded him witheringly. "Cappy, it s all right to use that we* stuff when you re talking to Skinner, but trot out the perpendicular pronoun when you re talking to me. I hate to say I told you so ; but " "Lay off me!" Cappy pleaded. "I m an old man, Matt; so be easy on me. Besides, I don t make a mis take very often, and you know it." "I do know it. But when you blocked me on that building scheme you certainly made up for lost time. Really, Cappy, you mustn t make me play so close to my vest in these brisk times. If I m to manage the Blue Star Navigation Company I mustn t have my ideas pooh-poohed as if I were a hare-brained child." "I know, Matt; I know. But I built up the Blue Star Navigation Company and the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company by playing em close, and it s a hard habit to break. 320 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "However, let us forget the past and look forward with confidence to the future. Matt, my dear boy, since we cannot get a shipyard to build a steamer for us, I m going to break a rule of forty years* standing and buy one in the open market. I guess that ll prove to you I m not so hide-bound with conservatism as you think. Go forth into the highways and the byways, Matt, and see what they have for sale." "How high do you want me to go?" "As high as they hung Haman if you find it neces sary." "That s certainly a free hand; but I m afraid it comes too late. I doubt if there is an owner with the kind of steamer we want who is crazy enough to sell her." "Tish ! Tush ! All things are for sale all the time. Scour the market, Matt, and you ll find Gappy Ricks isn t the only damned fool left in the shipping business. My boy, you d be surprised at the number of so-called business men who are entirely devoid of imagination. Dozens of them still think the war will end this fall, but I m willing to make a healthy bet that the fall of 1917 still finds them going to it to beat four of a kind." "You said something that time, father-in-law," Matt replied laughingly. Then he roughed the old man affectionately and went forth into California Street, where he wore out much shoe leather before he located what he considered a bargain and reported back to the president emeritus. "You re right, Cappy !" he declared. "You aren t the only boob in the shipping business. I ve located another." "That s what you get by taking father s advice," GAPPY RICKS RETIRES Gappy retorted proudly. "Have you bought a steam- err "No; but I m going to buy one this afternoon. She s going to cost us half a million dollars, cash on the nail, and I have an option on her at that figure until noon today. Skinner has a lot of lumber money he isn t using, and I m going to borrow a quarter oJ a million from his company on the Blue Star note at six per cent. Don t want to run our own treasury too low." "Dog-gone that Skinner! That s some more of his efficiency. I own both companies, and it s just taking money out of one pocket and putting it into th< other; but Skinner s a bug on system. Just think of making me pay myself six per cent interest! How ever, I suppose we must have some kind of order. What s the name of the steamer?" "The Penelope." Gappy Ricks slid out to the edge of his chair, plac< one hand on each knee, and appraisingly eyed his son- in-law over the rims of his glasses. "Say that again, Matt and say it slow," he ordered. "I said Penelope P-e-n-e-l-o-p-e. Maybe you call her the Pen^elope!" "Are you buying her as is?" Matt nodded. "To hear you tell it, Matt, one might gather the impression that half a million dollars is about what we give the janitor at Christmas. Boy, half a million dollars is real money." "Not in the shipping business these days, Gappy. Why, you have to wave that much under an owner s nose before he ll look up and show interest enough to ask you who you are and who let you in." GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 323 "Well, the man who would, in cold blood, consider paying half a milion dollars for the Penelope is cer tainly ripe for a padded cell," Gappy jeered. "That fellow Hudner, of the Black Butte Lumber Company, owns her, does he not?" "Yes, sir." "Then you know exactly the condition she s in. I ll bet a cooky her bottom plates are rusted so thin from lack of an occasional coat of red paint that if you were to stand on her bridge and toss a tack hammer down her main hatch you d punch a hole in her. She s a long, narrow-gutted, cranky coffin that s what she is; and the worst-found ship in Pacific waters. Why, let me tell you something, young man: she can t get by the inspectors this minute." "She has just gotten by them," Matt contradicted. "Passed yesterday." "What does that signify ? When her skipper has her up for inspection he scours the water front like a hungry dog, borrowing a boathook here, a sound life boat there, some fire buckets elsewhere, a hose from the fire tug, and a lot of engine-room tools wherever he can get them. As for life preservers, he rents them for ten cents each from a marine junk dealer. So, when the inspectors arrive, the Penelope is a well- found ship ; as soon as they pass her the skipper returns the equipment, with thanks. As for paint why, the only painting she ever gets is when Hudner lays her alongside some British ship to discharge a foreign cargo of lumber into the lime-juicer; then her mate steals all the paint in the Britisher s lazaret. The poor, unfor tunate devil ! He has to do something to make a show ing with the Penelope s owner! I tell you, Matt, I 324 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES know this man Hudner! He s as thrifty as an Ar menian and as slippery as a skating rink. He s lay ing to stab you, boy. Mind your step!" "Even so, Gappy, she s a bargain. I expect to spend fifty thousand dollars putting her in first-class condi tion after we get her." "You expect to spend it! Why, how you talk! Hudner is the one that should spend that money. For the love of trade, what is he selling you? A ship or a hulk?" "I don t care what she is ; we can make her pay for herself and earn half a million or a million extra before this war ends. And she won t be such a bad vessel after she s shipped a couple of new plates. She has a dead weight capacity for six thousand tons and was built at Sunderland in 1902. When she went ashore off Point Sur, in 1909, Hudner bought her from the underwriters for five thousand dollars and spent more than half her original cost repairing her. That, of course, made her tantamount to a ship built in the United States, and under American registry she cai run between American ports. And that s what w( want. She ll be just the thing to carry lumber to Nei York, via the Canal, when the war ends and the nitral harvest is over." Cappy Ricks threw up his hands. "You see before you, my boy," he said mournfully, "a dollar-burdened, world-weary old man, who for ten years has been trying to retire from active business, and cannot. The reason is he dassent ; if he dassed, this shebang would be in the hands of the sheriff within a year. Now, listen, young feller ! I know all about th< Penelope. Before the war she had repaid Hudner, GAPPY RICKS RETIRES with interest, every cent she cost him, and since the war I suppose she s made half a million dollars. Now when Hudner finds he has to spend a lot of money fixing her up, he figures it s best to get rid of her and saddle somebody else with the bill. Her intrinsic value is just about one hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars, and when Hudner asks half a million for her he expects to get four hundred and fifty thousand. In order to play safe, go back and offer him four hundred thou sand dollars ; presently he ll come down fifty thousand and you ll come up fifty thousand, and the trade will be closed on that basis. Meantime I ll sit here and weep as I reflect on the cost of putting that ruin in fit shape to receive a Blue Star house flag. I tell you, Matt, I wouldn t send Pancho Villa to sea in her as she is now." Matt Peasley, like Cappy Ricks, was a Yankee; when he did business he liked to chaffer; and, after all he thought there was a certain shrewd philosophy in what his foxy father-in-law had said. At least Cappy had supplied him with ammunition for argument; so he went back to Hudner s office and argued and pleaded and ridiculed, but all to no avail. He returned to Cappy Ricks office. "I fought him all over his office," he complained, "but he wouldn t come down a cent. I think we d better take a chance and give him half a million." "Fiddlesticks! Stay with him, Matt. I know Hudner. He acts like he s full of bellicose veins, but anybody can outgame him. Let your option expire; then to-morrow meet him accidentally on Change and talk with him half an hour about everything on earth except the S. S. Penelope. Just before you leave him 326 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES he ll grab you by the lapel of your coat and ask iJ you re still interested in the Penelope. Then you say; Why, yes moderately; but not at half a million. 5 Then you make him a firm offer for the last time of four hundred and fifty thousand dollars ; and he say: I ll split the difference with you and before he can crawfish you accept. You re bound to make al least twenty-five thousand by following my advice, Matt." Matt Peasley ran his big hand through his thi< black locks. "By jingo," he declared, "we d make twenty-five thousand dollars while we re dickering with Hudner! "I know, my boy; but then I don t like Hudner, and it s awful to do business with a son of a horsethiei you don t like and let him put one over on you. That s the thrill of doing business, Matt. Though I d hate to have anybody think I m in business for fun, still, if I thought I couldn t get some fun out of business I d go right down to Mission Street Wharf and end all." "Nitrate freights are up to thirty dollars a ton," said Matt later that day. "They were twelve a year and a half ago. Gappy, we can t risk the delay; and I m sorry I took your advice and let my option expire. I insist on buying." He reached for Cappy s desk phone. "I m going to tell Hudner to prepare the bill of sale that I ll be up in fifteen minutes with the check. He who hesitates is lost, and " The door opened and a youth stood in the entrance. "Mr. J. O. Heyfuss is calling," he announced. "Show him in immediately," Cappy ordered, glad of the opportunity to delay Matt s telephonic accept- CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 327 ance of the vessel at Hudner s price. "Hold on a minute, Matt," he continued, turning to his son-in-law. "Heyfuss is a ship broker; maybe he has a ship to sell us; she might prove to be a better buy than the Penelope . . . Howdy, Heyfuss? Come in and sit down." Mr. Heyfuss entered smilingly, saluted both satellites of the Blue Star and sat down. "Well, gentlemen," he announced, "wonders will never cease. Every day Fm seeing, hearing and doing won derful things in the shipping business. Day before yesterday I bought the old barkentine Mayfair. She d been laid up in Rotten Row for seven years, and for at least four years the tide has been rising and falling inside her. She cost me seven hundred and fifty dollars, and I sold her the same afternoon to Al Hanify for a thousand. Not very much of a profit; but then it was Saturday and everybody closes up shop at noon, you know. So I felt the day wasn t a blank, anyhow. "And what do you suppose Al did? You ll laugh. He called up Crowley & Son and got Tom Crowley on the line. At first Tom wouldn t listen to him; but when Al told him the May/fair had good oak ribs still left in her carcass Tommy said he d take a chance, and bought her, sight unseen, for fifteen hundred dollars. The next morning, being Sunday, Tommy had nothing particular to do; so he took Live Wire Luiz, af the West Coast Trading Company, over to the Boneyard and showed him the prize lying on her beam nds in the mud. That little Peruvian parrakeet ac tually paid Tommy two thousand dollars for her; ind now Live Wire Luiz and J. Augustus Redell, his oartner in the West Coast Trading Company, have 328 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES her out on Hanlon s Marine Way, putting a new bottoi in her. They re going to spend twenty thousand do] lars on her; and when she s ready for sea Redeil has cargo of fir for Sydney waiting for her. "She ll come back with coal and make her owners least fifty thousand dollars." "That s all very interesting to outsiders, but coi monplace stuff to us," Gappy reminded his visitoi "Have you got a commission to sell a ship for some body?" "Want one?" "Surest thing you know !" "All right. I ll sell you the Alden Besse. She s ai old tea clipper, built in the forties ; but she s sound ai tight. Been a motion picture ship for the past fr years. I can deliver her to you for forty thousai dollars." "No, you ll not. I sold her to the motion pictui people for fifteen hundred," Gappy countered, ( I don t want her back at any price. I send my boys to sea to earn a safe living, not to visit Davy Jon< locker." "Well, I think I might get you the old Australia prison ship, Success. She was built at Rangoon 1790, of teak, and will last forever. Perhaps you saw her when she was exhibited at the Exposition last year. Might get her for you kind of cheap." "Nothing doing. Heyfuss, we want a steamer." "Sorry, but I haven t a thing in steamers. Just sold the last one I had ten minutes ago the Penelope." "The what!" Matt Peasley and Gappy cried in chorus. "The Penelope. Sold her to a big Eastern powder CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 329 company. She goes into the nitrate trade, of course. These munition manufacturers must have powder, and to get powder they must have nitrate, and to get nitrate they must have ships, and to get ships they must pay the price. I got Hudner a million dollars for that ruin of a Penelope" Matt Peasley gently seized J. O. Heyfuss by the ear and led him to the door. "Out, thief!" he cried. "You can t sell us anything; so we don t want you hanging round this office. You might steal the safe or a roll-top desk, or something." Heyfuss departed, laughing good-naturedly, and Matt Peasley turned to confront Cappy Ricks. The latter had shrunk up in his chair and was looking as chopf alien and guilty as a dog caught sucking eggs. He favored his big son-in-law with a quick, shifty glance, and then looked down at the carpet. Matt folded his arms and stared at him until he looked up. "Don t you go to pick on me !" he warned Matt furi ously. "I ll not be picked on in my own office, even by a relative." Matt threw back his head and chanted, "There was I, waiting at the church, Waiting at the church " "I was right!" Cappy shrilled. "My mode of pro cedure was without a flaw." "Absolutely! The operation was a success, but the patient died." "But a feller just has to haggle!" Cappy wailed. He was almost on the verge of tears. "It s the basic 330 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES principle of all trading. Why, I ve made my everlasting fortune by haggling. Drat your picture, don t you know that the very pillars of financial success rest on counter-propositions ?" "Listen, relative, listen : I haven t said a word to you, have I?" Matt replied. "No ; but you looked it, and I ll not be looked at." "All right, Cappy, I ll not look. But I can t help thinking." "Thinking what?" "That it s about time you quit talking about retir ing and retired!" CHAPTER XL VI With this Parthian shot Matt himself retired, leav ing Cappy to shiver and bow his head on his breast; in which position he remained motionless for fully an hour. "I guess the boy s right," he soliloquized finally. "I think I d better retire, after pulling that kind of a deal twice in the same place. The pace is getting too swift for me, I think; I can t keep up ... Well, I guess they ve got the goods on me this time. Matt was certainly on the job twice, and I blocked him both times . . . Oh, Lord ! I ll never hear the last of this . . . By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, I ve lost my punch! Matt didn t say so; but he thinks it. And I don t blame him a bit." The door of Cappy s office opened and again the youth stood in the entrance. "Mr. Redell is calling; there s a gentleman with him," he announced. "Tell em I m busier n a cranberry merchant," Cappy snarled. "And unless you re figuring on hunting a new job, my son, don t you come in here again today." The youth retired. However, he knew from experience that Cappy Ricks never discharged anybody save for insubordination or rank incompetence ; hence, he did not hesitate to disobey the old gentleman s edict. "Mr. Redell says his business is very important," he announced, presenting himself once more at the door. "All right ! No rest for the weary. Show them in." 331 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES J. Augustus Redell entered, accompanied by no less a personage than the British Consul. Cappy greeted them without enthusiasm and bade them be seated. "Well," J. Augustus Redell announced cheerily, "It s plain to be seen that Little Sunshine hasn t been round this office recently." Cappy grunted. "What s gone wrong, Cappy?" "Everything! Been going wrong for years and I never realized it until this afternoon. Ah, Gus, my dear young friend, how I envy you your youth, your cap acity to think, your golden dreams, your boundless energy, your ability to make two-dollar bills grow where one-dollar bills grew before, thus making an apparently barren prospect as verdant as a meadow in spring. But make the most of your opportunity, young feller! The day will come to you, as it has come to me, when everything you do will be done twenty minutes too late ; when every dollar you make will be subject to a cash discount of one hundred per cent ; when every competi tor you held cheap will suddenly develop the luck of the devil, the brains of a Demosthenes, and the courage of a hog going to war." "I should judge that you have recently suffered a great bereavement." "I have, Augustus, I have. Through my indecision I have just lost a bank roll a greyhound couldn t have jumped over. Suppose it was a paper profit? I grieve just the same." "Forget it, Cappy ! Life is real, life is earnest, and you have a bank roll of real profits a giraffe couldn t reach the top of." CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 333 "Oh, it isn t the money, Gus. Money is only a vulgar symbol of my bereavement. The trouble is I ve lost my punch ! I can t think, Gus ; I can t act promptly. I m out of touch with my times. I remind myself of nothing so much as the old rooster that suddenly dis covered he had been elected to furnish the dinner the following Sunday. His hens cackled and called to him that they had found some worms, but he wouldn t pay any attention to them; just leaned up against the wire netting in the poultry yard and said to himself: Oh, hell! What s the use? Today an egg tomorrow a feather duster! " "Don t be pessimistic, Cappy. Don t! It doesn t become you, and I don t believe a word you re telling me. You re still the old he-fox of the world; and I ve come to you for help on a deal that s going to mean a whole lot of money to both of us if we can only put it through." "I m sorry, Gus, but I m not interested. As a matter of fact, I ve retired." "Nonsense! Nonsense! I know where there s a beautiful ten-thousand-ton, net register, steel steamer to be bought for three hundred thousand dollars " Cappy Ricks threw out an arm and pressed his hand against Redell s mouth. "Sh-h-h !" he warned. "Sh-h-h! Hush!" With the agility of a man half his age Cappy ran to the door, bolted it on the inside and returned to his desk. He was rubbing his hands and his eyes were aglow with interest. "W hat are you sh-h-h-ing about?" Redell demanded. "Matt Peasley and that cowardly Skinner. Not a word of this to them, Gus ! Not a whisper !" And 334 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES he winked one eye and twisted up the corner of his mouth knowingly. Mr. Redell nodded his promise and Gappy went on: "Now Gus, my dear young friend, start in at the beginning and tell me everything. I assume, of course, that this is real business and not another of your jokes on the old man. Word of honor, Gus?" "Word of honor, Gappy." "All right ; blaze away ! Come, come ! What have you got to offer?" "I have a condition and I offer you a half interest in it if you can suggest a plan to circumvent His Royal Highness, Kaiser W T ilhelm " "Hum-m-m! Enough!" Cappy interrupted, and turned to the British Consul : "This is an international affair, eh? See if I don t state the proposition in a nutshell if I may be pardoned the bromide. This steamer is a German, and the proposition is to get her under the American flag so firmly that she ll stay there ; then, I suppose, we re to charter her to the British Gov ernment, or one of Britain s allies Russia, for in stance." J. Augustus Redell and the British Consul exchanged admiring winks. "What did I tell you, Mister Consul?" Redell de clared triumphantly. "Mr. Ricks knows the story be fore we have told it. And yet he s complaining about the loss of his punch!" Cappy looked slightly self-conscious ; it was plain the compliment pleased him. "Well, Gus, my boy," he answered, "I have lost my punch, though at that I m not exactly a pork-and- beaner. Hum-m-m! Ahem! Harumph-h-h ! This GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 335 must be a hard order to fill, Mister Consul, when Gus Redell has to come to me for help. That son of a gun can move faster and go through more obstacles than quicksilver. Gus, what s gone wrong with you? Have you lost your punch too? And at your age?" "Looks like it, Cappy. I ve thought and thought until I m desperate, and not an idea worth while has presented itself. That s why I ve come to you." "Well, I don t guarantee a cure, my boy. But I ll say this much : If you and I can t put this thing over, then it just isn t put-overable. Fire away, Gus !" "Have you ever heard of the steamer Bavarian? 9 "Of course ! She belongs to Adolph Koenitz and flies the German flag. Since the war started she s been interned down in Mission Bay." Redell nodded. "Adolph Koenitz never became an American citizen, despite the fact that he had lived in San Francisco twenty years and operated three steamers out of this port. He was a reserve officer in the German Navy; and when the war broke out he interned his ships, placed his entire estate in his wife s name and reported for duty. He perished in the Battle of Jutland, both his boys were killed at Verdun, and now his widow would like to sell the Bavarian and get some cash. She had a large income from an estate in Germany, but the war cut that off. "Also, it appears that Koenitz was rather heavily involved, and the expense of maintaining those in terned steamers, with their German crews aboard, has his widow badly worried ; in fact, she has reached the point where she finds it necessary to sell one of the steamers in order to hang on to the other two. She 336 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES has tried to raise a mortgage on the Bavarian, but nobody cares to . loan money on an interned German steamer." "Naturally," Cappy replied sarcastically. "And I m amazed that you should consider me boob enough to consider seriously buying the same steamer outright ! Gus, I d have about as much use for that steamer as I would have for a tail. Even if I should buy her now, and not use her until the war is over, I should be risking my money ; for the German Government, if you remember, issued an order in 1915 forbidding its subjects to sell their interned ships without the con sent of the said government. And, even if Mrs. Koenitz can procure the Kaiser s consent, I fail to see the wisdom of tying up three hundred thousand dollars in an idle investment." "Ah, but under those circumstances she wouldn t be an idle investment." "Yes, she would, my boy. Great Britain issued an Order in Council in 1914 notifying all neutral na tions that she would not sanction the transfer of registry of any German vessel. A few daring devils took a chance and what happened? The British Navy overhauled the ships at sea and took them into a British port where a British prize court confiscated them. There is the case of the Mazatlan, for instance. She was German owned and flew the German flag; her owner put her under the Mexican flag, and subsequent ly she was sold at a bargain to one of our neighbors, who put her under American registry. Do you know where the Mazatlan is now? Well, I ll tell you: She s freighting war munitions for Johnny Bull and our CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 337 optimistic neighbor isn t collecting the freight money either." "Quite true, Mr. Ricks ; quite true in ordinary cases," the Consul told him smilingly. "By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet ! I smell a mouse. Hum-m-m! That simplifies matters. We-1-1! If you are in position, Mister Consul, to give me your word of honor as a gentleman and an officer of your king that the British Navy will turn its blind side to the Bavarian when she puts to sea, I ll buy irhe Bavarian so fast it ll make your head swim. In return for this favor, of course, I am to charter the ship at the going rates to " "Our ally, the Russian Government, Mr. Ricks. And you have my word of honor, which is all I can give you ; for a deal like this, as you know, cannot be made in writing. I have had the matter up with the Ad miralty, however, and permission has been granted me to give the verbal assurance of my government." "I ll make a finger bet with your government, Mister Consul. As for Kaiser Bill s consent to the transfer heraus mit em! We ll get along without that. Wil- helm doesn t cut much ice with me these days and I m willing to wager the price of the Bavarian that such ice as he does cut will blame soon melt. Gus, you say Mrs. Koenitz wants to sell?" "Yes." "And she doesn t care who buys?" "Not a particle! She s sore on the Kaiser; it s been thumbs down on Wilhelm ever since Adolph and the boys lost the number of their mess. She says to me: *Herr Riddle, dot Kaiser orders war like I order beer ! However, there s an if to the transfer. While we 338 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES know the British Navy will not bother us should W( buy the steamer, still enthusiastic Britishers all ovei the world will have their eyes on the Bavarian and clamor for her capture. Great Britain cannot publicl; or, at least, obviously make any exceptions to hei Order in Council, and we ll have to mess up thai steamer s title and nativity to save John Bull s social standing. We must make a bluff at deceiving him. If we can show some sort of legal transfer to another flag J. B. can play blindman s buff with dignity anc honor; otherwise nix!" Cappy Ricks eyes sought the ceiling. "What have I done to deserve this?" he demand* of an invisible Presence. "Why am I afflicted thus? Job had his boils ; but you and I, Augustus, are cov ered with a financial rash, bleeding at every pore, and with no relief in sight." "I told you this was a tough one, Cappy. I ve pondered the situation until my brain is addled like a last year s nest egg, and finally I ve come to you as a last resort. If you can t cook up an airtight scheme, then there is no help; and I m going to forget th< Bavarian and attend to some business more profitabl and less debilitating." "There must be an out, Gus. It s too good a thing to abandon. Suppose you and the Consul go away and give me time to concentrate my thoughts on this problem. It s a holy terror; but Well, I ve seen dogs almost as sick as this one cured." "God bless you!" Mr. Redell murmured fervently. "Consul, let us depart and leave Mr. Ricks to himself. Call me up, Cappy, when you see a ray of light. Two heads are better than one, you know." CHAPTER XLVII When his visitors had gone Cappy Ricks gave orders that he was not to be disturbed on any pretext what ever. Then he locked himself in, swung his legs to the top of his desk, slid low in his chair until he rested on his spine, bowed his head on his breast and closed his eyes. The battle was on. One hour later J. Augustus Redell entered breath lessly in response to a telephonic invitation from Cappy. "Gus," the latter began, "am I right in assuming that you possess a reasonable amount of influence with that hair-trigger partner of yours, Live Wire Luiz?" Redell nodded. "And is Luiz absolutely trustworthy? Will he stay put and keep his mouth closed?" "He is my partner, Cappy. He s mercurial, but a gentleman. I d trust him with my life, and I always trust him with my bank roll. He requires no watch ing." "Good ! Gus, send Live Wire Luiz down to Guaymas and have him incorporate the North and South Ameri can Steamship Company there, under the extremely flexible and evershifting laws of the Republic of Mexico. Luiz is a Peruvian and speaks Spanish, and knows the Mexican temperament. He can easily procure three Mexicans to act as a dummy board of directors ; his own name, of course, for obvious reasons, must never 339 640 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES appear in connection with this company. A thousan< dollars ought to cover this Mexican expense." "Consider that point attended to, Cappy." "Fine! Now then, when this corporate vehicle in running order and has opened an office in Guaymas Live Wire Luiz will write your company, The West Coast Trading Company, saying that his company hi been referred to you by some mutual friends in Gu mas. Of course Luiz doesn t sign this letter. It signed by the North and South American Steamshi] Company, per the dummy secretary or president. T] letter goes on to say that the latter company is in the market for a steamer, the general specifications of which, singularly enough, fit the Bavarian. The vessel is to be used for transporting troops up and down the west coast of Mexico and for freighting munitions from Japan ; and in a delicate way it might be hinted that the de facto Mexican Government is the real buyer. A commission of five per cent is offered you for buying the vessel for them, said commission to be split fifty-fifty with the North and South Ameri can Steamship Company ; this being the Mexican way of doing business, as you know." "Consider that matter attended to also. I ll write the letter myself before Luiz starts for Guaymas, so I ll be certain the job will be done exactly right." "As soon as you receive this letter you get bus} 7 and wire the North and South American Steamship Com pany that you have just the vessel they want, price three hundred thousand dollars. Live Wire Luiz will then cause a reply to that telegram to be sent, advising you that his clients would not balk at paying half a. million! That, of course, is hint enough for you. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 841 Right away you see the old Mexican graft sticking out, and you say to yourself, Why not?* And you do! You reply to that telegram, saying you erred when naming the price in your first telegram ; that it is five hundred thousand instead of three. Then you come down to me and I hand you three hundred thou sand dollars in currency; for in such a transaction as this, checks, with their indorsements, provide a trail that may prove embarrassing. You take that money and deposit it in escrow in any local bank against a bill of sale of the Bavarian from Mrs. Koenitz to the North and South American Steamship Company, of Guaymas, Mexico. Before doing so, however, have Mrs. Koenitz place the vessel under Mexican registry. She can do that through the Mexican Consul for the de. facto government ; and when the bill of sale is turned over to you, record it promptly with the Mexican Consul. Later you will record it in Mexico. "The vessel is now the property of the North and South American Steamship Company; and the North and South American Steamship Company is the prop erty of Cappy Ricks and the West Coast Trading Company, per Senor Felipe Luiz Almeida. But we must never admit this. To have the North and South American Steamship Company transfer the vessel to us would be very coarse work indeed; so we must avoid that." "How?" "I ll get to that presently. The steamer is now in our possession, and you will already have notified- her German skipper and crew to hunt a new residence. !You will then put an American skipper in charge and ship American engineers and a crew of parrakeets ; CAPPY RICKS RETIRES and on the very day the sale is consummated, just be fore the customhouse closes, have the skipper clear the vessel for Guaymas and put to sea that night. Since she carries no cargo the collector of the port will not stop you ; the risk of going to sea is all our own if we care to take it. "The next day the newspaper boys will be hot on the trail. An interned German merchantman has sud denly transferred to Mexican registry and put to sea! Now ! Inquiry at the customhouse and at the Mexican consulate shows that the vessel has been sold, and the trail leads straight to the office of the West Coast Trading Company. You are interviewed and say nothing; and that day, when I appear on Change, these baffled journalists drive me into a corner and ask me what I think about it. And I ll tell them it s just another case of the lowly Mexican peon being horn- swoggled by the foxy Americano. The Mexicans wanted a ship and asked the American to buy one for them. He did only he forgot to tell them she was a German. She was such a good buy they snapped her up without asking questions, though in all probability the poor devils had no knowledge of Kaiser Wilhelm s edict that no German ships shall be sold without the consent of the German Government. I will say that it looks to me as if the ancient rule of caveat emptor applied, and that the Mexicans are stung and have no comeback. Then, again, it may be a shrewd German trick to put something over. "Well, they make a snorting story out of what I give them; the frau s friends read it and think she s done something smart. Nobody feels sorry for a Mexican. Next morning you come out with a blast of GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 343 righteous indignation and admit that you cannot or will not deny that the vessel was sold to parties represent ing the de facto Mexican Government. You deny, how ever, that you sold them a pig in a poke ; and the papers print a copy of your letter to the North and South American Steamship Company specifically advising them that the vessel was a German and liable to prove an embarrassment. This, of course, clears you, and the blame for the graft is placed where it belongs on the shoulders of the North and South American Steam ship Company, which has deliberately stung the de facto government ! * "Cappy," said J. Augustus Redell admiringly, "you re immense!" "I accept the nomination. Upon her arrival in Gruaymas the Bavarian s name is changed to La Go- londrinOj or Sobre las Olas, or Mariana, or Poco Ti&mpo whatever s right. I think we may safely gamble that she will arrive in Guaymas in the light of ivhat the British Consul told us; and, in view of her leparture unannounced, no British warship on the West Coast can get so far north as Guaymas in time :o intercept her. "Well, having changed her name, she picks up a general cargo and comes back to San Francisco, where >he goes on dry dock and is cleaned and painted, has ier gear overhauled, fills up with fuel oil and stores, ind but that s enough. Now comes the blow-off. "Strange to relate, you haven t received a cent of ;hat five-per-cent commission due you from the North ind South American Steamship Company for buying he Bavarian for them. The issue is in dispute. They ilaim you are not entitled to any commission, because 344 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES you stung them with a German vessel; and you claim you told them she was a German, but that they needed her so badly they would take a chance. Also, the fact that she went to sea that time in such a hurry, and forgot to pay for her fuel oil and stores, looks rather suspicious ; so, when the vessel comes off dry dock, with about ten thousand dollars worth of bills against her, you decide to protect your claim for the commission and, by the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, Gus, you libe 1 her! The news breaks into the papers, and next day every creditor of the ship files a libel on her, also, to protect his claim. Gus, she ll have so many plasters on her she ll look like a German coming home from the war." J. Augustus Redell leaped from his chair and picked little Gappy Ricks up in his arms and hugged him. "Oh, Cappy! Cappy!" he yelled. "You re the shadow of a rock in a weary land a cup of cool water in the suburbs of hell!" "Are you game?" Cappy gurgled. "Does a cat eat liver? Cappy, you ve solved the problem! Naturally the North and South American Steamship Company does not directly or indirectly make any attempt to lift these libels and get the vessel to sea. Why? I ll tell you or, rather, I ll tell the newspaper boys and they ll tell everybody. It will appear that as soon as the Mexican Consul here got an inkling of the apparent plan of the North and South American Steamship Company, of Guaymas, to sting Don Venustiano Carranza by slipping him a steamer with a clouded title, he must have wired Don Venustiano to round up the directors of the said company and give them the ley fuga. Fortunately for these culprits, CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 345 i however, they got next in time to get out from under. Kvlounting swift steeds, the entire board of directors | fled north and east, never pausing until they had joined tPancho Villa; and we learn from some Border gossips fthat all three subsequently were killed in action. But, 3efore leaving Guaymas, they left their tangled steam ship affairs in the hands of their attorney " "Nothing doing, Gus ! They left their tangled steamship affairs in the hands of my attorney, and they rave him an absolute, ironclad, airtight power of at torney to sell the ship, receive and receipt for all money lue the company, and so on, and so on, ad libitum, ad infinitum; said power of attorney being nonrevocable for five years." "Great stuff! In due course the libelants sue in the United States District Court; your attorney appears For the defendants and confesses judgment, but pleads for a ten-day stay of execution until he can raise a mortgage on the vessel. But, strange to relate, the ten-day stay expires and the judgments against the steamer are not paid; so the judge of the United States District Court orders the steamer sold at public auction on the floor of the Merchants* Exchange to the highest bidder, to satisfy the claims of the creditors. Thirty days later the United States Marshal conducts :he sale, and a gentleman named Cappy Ricks buys icr in. The United States Marshal gives the said Ricks i bill of sale for her, which the said Ricks thereupon records in the United States Customhouse, and " "Und Hoch der Kaiser! Und Hoch der John J. Bull ! We ve finally got that clear American title we ve oeen looking for. It makes no difference what the nation ality of a vessel is ; the minute she enters the territorial 846 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES waters of the United States of America she is amenable to the laws of the United States of America, one of which reads thusly : Thou shalt pay thy bills ; and if thou dost not, then poco tiempo thou shalt be made to pay them, even unto the seizure and sale of thy ship. And with the purchase of that ship, under an order of sale issued by the United States District Court, she becomes a United States ship ; we register her as such ; and the United States simply has to stand back of the bill of sale it gave us. Germany knows that ; England knows it; Austria knows it; and from the jackstaff of the late Bavarian, now renamed the Alden M. Peasley, in honor of my first grandson, there floats " J. Augustus Redell raised his index finger, enjoining silence : "Now then ! One, two, three ! Down, left, up ! "0-ho, say, can you see, by the dawn s early light, What so-ho pro-houdly we hailed at the twilight s last gleaming?" Cappy Ricks sprang to attention. Presently, through the partition, his cracked old voice reached Mr. Skinner: "Then conquer we must, when our cause is so just; And this be our motto: May we nev-er go bust!" "What s doing here?" Mr. Skinner demanded, bang ing at the door, which was locked. "Go way back and sit down !" Cappy shrilled. "I ll show you and Matt Peasley where to head in, yet see if I don t ! CHAPTER XL VIII Cappy Ricks and J. Augustus Redell arrived at the Merchants Exchange promptly at one o clock on the date of the sale of the S. S. General Carranza, as the Bavarian was now called. Just inside the door they paused and looked at each other. "Whe-e-e-ew !" murmured Cappy Ricks. "All the shipping men in the world are here to bid on our prop erty, Gus." Mr. Redell whistled softly. "This," he said, "will be some auction !" Cappy chuckled. "There is only one thing that a shipping man in this country has more respect for than an Order in Council and that is an Order in the United States District Court!" "Naturally. It s backed up by our army and navy." "By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, somebody s sport ing blood is going to be tested today; and something tells, me, Augustus, my dear young friend, that it s going to be Matt Peasley s." "What makes you think so, Cappy?" Again Cappy chuckled. . "Having used German methods to bring about this auction sale," he confessed, "I concluded to steal a little more of this Teutonic stuff; so I established a system of espionage in Skinner s office and another in Matt Peasley s. Gus, I got a lot of low-down informa- 347 348 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES tion on those two young pups; they re trying to slip something over on the old dog." "Well, they ll never teach him any new tricks, Cappy." "You know it ! I observe that, as usual, Jim Searles will conduct the auction. He s climbing up on the block now, and, by the Toenails of Moses, Matt Peasley is on the job! Look, Gus ! You can see his black head sticking up out of the heart of the riot." As Cappy and Redell joined the crowd Jim Searles, by acclamation the auctioneer of the Port of San Francisco, rapped smartly with his little gavel, and a tense silence settled over the crowd. "This," Mr. Searles announced, "will be a fight to a finish, winner take all. In accordance with an order of the United States District Court I am about to sell, at public auction, to the highest bidder, the Mexican Steamship General Carranza, ex-German Steamship Bavarian, to satisfy the following judgments: Mr. J. Augustus Redell " "Cut it out!" roared Matt Peasley. "We ve all read the list of creditors, and you re only gumming up the game. Come down to business Jim." "Good boy, Peasley ! Sure ! Cut it out, Jim ! Get busy!" A dozen voices seconded Captain Matt Peas- ley s motion and Jim Searles rapped for order, "How much am I offered?" he cried. "One million dollars!" roared Matt Peasley. On the fringe of the eager crowd Cappy Ricks leaned up against his friend Redell and commenced to laugh. "The young scoundrel!" he chortled. "He never said a word to me about this auction; he was afraid I d butt in and block his purchase; so, for his impu- GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 349 dence, 1*11 teach him a lesson he ll never forget. Bid, Gus ! Bet em as high as a hound s back." "Captain Matt Peasley, representing the Blue Star Navigation Company, bids one million dollars. Chicken feed! Won t some real sport please tilt the ante?" Jim Searles pleaded. "Don t waste my time, gentlemen. It s valuable. Let s get this thing over and go back to our offices." "One million five hundred thousand!" called J Augustus Redell. "I called for a sport and drew a piker," Jim Searles retorted. "Mr. J. Augustus Redell, of the West Coast Trading Company, bids a million and a half." Young Dalton Mann, representing the Pacific Mail Steamship Company, raised his hand and snapped his fingers at the auctioneer. "And a hundred thousand!" he shouted. "And a hundred thousand!" Matt Peasley retorted. "And fifty thousand !" Mann flung back at him. Matt Peasley eyed his antagonist belligerently. "That s doing very well for a young fellow," Searles complimented the last bidder. "Skipper Peasley, are you going to let this landlubber outgame you? He has bid a million and three-quarters. Think of the present high freight rates and speak up, or remain forever silent." The bidding had so suddenly and by such prodigious bounds reached the elimination point that every piker present was afraid to open his mouth in the presence of these plungers. Matt Peasley licked his lips and glanced round rather helplessly. He knew he had about reached the limit of his bidding, but he sus pected that Mann had reached his also. 350 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "And ten thousand!" he shouted desperately. "Cheap stuff! Cheap stuff!" the crowd jeered good- naturedly. Cappy Ricks nudged J. Augustus Redell as Mann waved his hand in token of surrender. "One million seven hundred and sixty thousand I am offered," the auctioneer intoned. "Any further bids?" He waited a full minute; then resorted to three minutes of ca jolery, but in vain. There were no more bids. Jim Searles raised his hammer. Going once!" he called and waited. "Going twice!" Another pause. "Going " "Two million dollars!" cried J. Augustus Redell; and a sigh went up from the excited onlookers. "Ah ! Mr. Redell is a sport, after all ! Two million, flat!" Searles looked down on Matt Peasley. "Die, dog, or eat the meat ax !" he warned the unhappy young man. "Let him have her," Matt growled ; and, very red of face, he commenced to shoulder his way through the crowd. "Beat it, Cappy ; he s coming !" Redell warned the : president emeritus. Cappy Ricks, dodging round the flank of the crowd, 1 fled through the side entrance of the Merchants Ex-1 change ; and he was tranquilly smoking a cigar in his private office when Matt Peasley dropped in on him an hour later. Cappy eyed him coldly. "Is Skinner back from luncheon?" he demanded. 1 Matt nodded. "Tell him to come in here. I want toi see him," Cappy continued ominously. "And you might stick round yourself." Mr. Skinner made his appearance. Two million dollars!" cried J. Augustus Redell. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 351 "Close the door," Cappy commanded. Mr. Skinner looked a little startled and surprised, but promptly closed the door. "You wanted to see me, Mr. Ricks?" he queried. Cappy Ricks edged forward until he was seated on the extreme edge of his chair. Then he rested a hand on each knee, bent his head, and glared at the unhappy Skinner over the rims of his glasses. After thirty seconds of this scrutiny he turned to his son-in-law. "Well," he said, "I hear you ve been attending an auction sale and making a star-spangled monkey of yourself bidding a million seven hundred and sixty thousand dollars on that Mexican steamer. Matt, have you taken leave of your senses?" "No, sir not quite ; but Gus Redell has. He bought her in for two million dollars. Of course he was act ing for somebody else, because every cent he has is working overtime in the West Coast Trading Com pany." "Oh !" Cappy murmured. "Then you didn t get her, after all?" "No, sir! So perhaps you d better not holler until you re hit." Matt sighed. "By Neptune," he declared, "I d give a cooky to know the name of the crazy man who paid two million dollars for that steamer!" "Behold the lunatic, Matt! Grandpa Ricks, in his second childhood! Gus Redell was bidding for me, sonny." Matt Peasley sat down rather limply and stared at the president emeritus. "Cappy," he said presently, "you sent a boy to do a man s work. I had the boat bought for a million seven hundred and sixty thousand ! For heaven s sake, 352 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES why didn t you tell me you wanted her? And I would have laid off. For the love of heaven, why did you go bidding against me?" "Why didn t you tell me you wanted her, you big simp?" Gappy retorted. "You never said a word to me; and naturally Redell thought you were acting for somebody else. He had orders from me to get her and damn the cost and he fulfilled his orders." "A comedy of errors, truly!" Mr. Skinner observed witheringly. Matt Peasley raised his huge arms and clenched his great fists in agony. "Oh, Gappy! Gappy!" he pleaded. "Won t you please retire? You re just raising hell with the or ganization !" "All right, Matt ; I ll retire. But, before I do, I m going to give Skinner a piece of my mind. Skinner, what the devil do you mean by going up to the Marine National Bank and borrowing a million dollars on the credit of the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company? I admit I have given you entire charge of the lumber end, and you were quite within your rights when you negotiated the loan and signed the note as president; but how did it happen that you didn t consult with the old man, if only as a matter of common courtesy?" "I I that is, I well, I didn t mean to be dis courteous, Mr. Ricks. Oh, I wouldn t have you think, sir " "No ; you d have me be a dummy if you could. Why, you almost put the skids under me; because, when I went up to the Marine National to make a little per sonal loan in a spirit of preparedness, I discovered that the loan you had been given on my assets had GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 353 jazzed my personal credit all to glory! I used to be able to borrow a million dollars on my bare note; but I ll be shot if they didn t make me dig up a lot of collateral this time! Skinner, I wouldn t have thought that of you. After trusting you as I have done for a quarter of a century, to find you giving me the double-cross just about breaks my heart. Great God frey, Skinner, how could you be so false to me? I ex pect that sort of thing from Matt those one loves the best always swat one; but from you Skinner, I don t know what prevents me from demanding your resignation here and now, unless it be because of your previous splendid character and loyal service." "Oh, Mr. Ricks, Mr. Ricks !" Poor Skinner held up his hands appealingly and commenced to weep. "Please do not think ill of me. I swear " "You loaned the Ricks Lumber & Logging Com pany s million dollars to Matt Peasley to help buy that steamer for the Blue Star Navigation Company ; and he, the son of a pirate, went to work and borrowed it from you, well knowing he had no business to do so. What are you paying the Marine National for that money ?" "Five per cent," Skinner sniffled, for his heart was broken. "What are you soaking the Blue Star Navigation Company for it?" "Six," Skinner confessed miserably. "That s all right, Skinner, my boy. Cheer up! I forgive you. That little profit of one per cent saves your bacon, boy. I guess there s some good left in you still; and I m happy to have this evidence that, though I own both companies, you have not forgotten 354 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES you are responsible for the profit-and-loss account of one of them, and Matt Peasley for the other. You did quite right to claim that one per cent jerk from Matt. Business is business !" "Yes, you bet it is !" Matt Peasley struck in. "And I want you to lay off on Skinner, because what he did was done in fear and trembling, and under duress. We were both afraid you d block the purchase; so we agreed to keep our plans secret from you, because Well, somehow I did want that bully big boat the very worst way." "And that s exactly the way you set about getting her, Matthew. However, you re young you don t know any better; so I forgive you. Of course I real ized you wanted that steamer, boy. I knew your heart was set on seeing our house flag floating from her mainstruck; so I Well, I just thought I d get her for you, to sort of square myself for those two bone- head plays I pulled earlier in the year." "Oh, but you shouldn t have paid two millions for her, Gappy ! Business is one thing and sentiment is another." "Why, I didn t pay any such price for her! Origi nally I bought her, as a German, for three hundred thousand dollars; in addition to that I ve spent about ten thousand dollars improving her, and maybe five thousand more fussing up the trail of my operations so no smart secret-service operative could come round and hang something on me." He reached into his coat pocket and drew forth the United States Marshal s bill of sale. "Here, sonny," he announced, "is your Uncle Sam s certificate of title. Hustle up to the customhouse and get it recorded; then make out a bill CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 355 of sale for a one-third interest to the West Coast Trading Company and record that also. Then change her name to Alden M. Peasley, in honor of your first born, and put her under these two flags." He jerked open a drawer in the desk and brought forth a bright new edition of Old Glory, followed by the familiar white muslin burgee with the blue star. "Skinner!" "Yes, Mr. Ricks." "The United States Marshal has paid all the debts of the Alden M. Peasley, and this afternoon he ll send his check for the proceeds of the sale still remaining in his hands to my lawyer, who holds a most ungodly power of attorney from that dummy Guaymas cor poration Live Wire Luiz organized to buy the ship for us. Our attorney will cash that check and send the cash down to you. Please bank it to my credit and take up that note I gave the Marine National; then get the securities I hocked and tuck them back in my safe-deposit vault. As for the interest at five per cent, which the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company will have to pay on that million you borrowed to help Matt Peasley hornswoggle father, you just charge that to your personal account as a penance for your sins. As for the six per cent you pay the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company for the money loaned your Blue Star Navigation Company, Matt Peasley, just charge that to your personal account as a penance for your sins." Both culprits nodded dazedly. "Now," Cappy continued, "I ll tell you something else: The Alden M. Peasley belongs to the West Coast Trading Company and Alden P. Ricks ; they own one- 356 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES third for bringing the deal to my attention and furnisl ing some labor, and I own two-thirds, or the lion s share, for doing a lion s work to wit, putting uj the cash and promoting the deal to a clean title. Coi sequently, though you two boys own a nice little bloc] of stock in the Blue Star Navigation Company, yoi don t own a red cent in the Alden M. Peasley, becaus she doesn t belong to the Blue Star Navigation Coi pany, but to the president emeritus thereof. However, as I am about to retire for keeps this time, I ll tel you what I purpose doing with my two-thirds of the Alden M. Peasley: Skinner, my dear boy, I kidded yoi into tears. Bless you, boy, it broke your heart whei you thought your old boss figured you d quit beinj Faithful Fido, didn t it? Skinner, loyalty like you] is very, very precious ; and your affection is ei Skinner, you human icicle, you can t bluff me! I m 01 to you, young feller! Matt, you prepare a deed ol gift for one-half of my two-thirds interest to Skinner, and take the other half for yourself; and when tl Alden M. Peasley has earned what I put into her, credit my account with it. After that, you and Skinner and Gus Redell and Live Wire Luiz can collect the dividends." "Oh, Mr. Ricks ! This is too much," Skinner began. "Tut, tut, sir! Not a peep out of you, sir! How dare you argue with me? Now just one word more before you fellers go: The next time you boys go bidding on a ship at auction, take a leaf out of Cappy Ricks book and bid against yourself ! You can always scare the other fellows off that way; the sky is the limit and you re bound to get your money back. So you should Ish ka bibble. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 357 "Now you two young freshies go back to your desks and try to learn humility. Thus endeth the first lesson, my children." Matt Peasley came close to Cappy and put his big arm round the little old man. "Cappy," he whispered, "please don t retire !" "All right, son," Cappy answered; "but get that infernal cry-baby, Skinner, out of my office. He s breaking my heart." If J. Augustus Redell had been content to sue for peace following his deal with Cappy in Australian wheat, all would have been well for that young man. Alas ! As we have already stated, he was young and there is an old saying to the effect that youth must be served. J. Augustus Redell, like Oliver Twist, desired more. His triumph over Cappy in the wheat deal merely whetted his desire for more of the Ricks blood, and in the end the ingenious rascal evolved a plan for making Cappy the laughing stock of the Bilgewater Club for a month of Sundays. CHAPTER XLIX MONSIEUR !LE CAPITAINE RICKS RICKS entered his office at the unheard-oi hour of eight-thirty. On his way to his sanctui at the end of the long suite of offices Cappy paused i] the lair of Mr. Skinner, who looked up, amazed. "Hello!" he saluted the president emeritus. "What brings you down on the job so early this morning, Mr. Ricks?" "I ve got a hen on," Cappy replied briskly, glanced at Skinner and rubbed his hands together. "Skinner, my dear boy," he continued, "this is a horse concern." "Three sawmills with a combined output of a million feet a day on a ten-hour shift not to mention a billion feet of stumpage isn t my idea of a one-horse concern," Mr. Skinner retorted with some asperity. "Tut, tut, Skinner! I m not referring to the luml end at all; so don t get touchy. I m referring to tl Blue Star Navigation Company. It s a dinky pro] sition. "Forty-two vessels windjammers, steam schoonei and foreign-going freighters " began Mr. Skinner: but Cappy cut him short: "Foreign-going grandmothers ! We ve got the Nat cissux and the Tillicum." "How about my boat the John P. Skinner?" 358 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 359 "Oh, yes ! That one we scraped up off the bottom of Papeete Harbor," Gappy answered maliciously. "Well, that makes three; and really the Skinner and the Narcissus are the only vessels built to go foreign. Remember, Skinner, we built the TUlicum for the coast wise lumber trade, even though she s so big our com petitors thought when we launched her we were crazy to build such a whale for that trade." "Well, Mr. Ricks?" "We ought to have more big bottoms, Skinner. We ll have hell-cracking freight rates during the war and for a long time thereafter and here we sit round like a lot of dubs, too conservative to help ourselves to the gravy. Why, you and Matt Peasley ought to be knitting socks in an old ladies home, for all the pro- gressiveness you re displaying." "I am not in charge of the shipping end, Mr. Ricks." "No ; but you ve got a tongue in your head, haven t you? You were practically in charge of the Blue Star for more than six months during the entire period Matt was at sea in the Retriever and we thought he was a goner. Why, dog-gone you, Skinner, even when you thought Matt was dead you didn t suggest increasing the fleet. I m surprised, Skinner, my boy, that in my old age, after gathering a lot of young fellows round me to carry on the business, I ve still got to be the bell mare !" Mr. Skinner had nothing to say to this ; if he had it is doubtful whether he would have said it, for he had been too long with Cappy Ricks not to know the signs when the old gentleman took the bit in his teeth and declared for a new deal. "I m going into my office to do some tall thinking, 360 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES Skinner," Cappy continued. "Remember! No visitoi until I ve threshed this whole business out to my satis faction. I m not in to anybody." Cappy retired to his office, sat down on his spii in his upholstered swivel chair, swung his thin ol( shanks to the top of his desk, bowed his head on hi{ breast, and closed his eyes. Scarcely had he done when the door opened and Matt Peasley thrust his h( in. "Well, Matt?" Cappy queried without opening his eyes. "I have an offer of forty thousand dollars foi our old bark Alt air, Cappy. What do you think w< ought to do?" "Take it !" Cappy shrilled. "You jibbering j ackdaw ! Grab it! She s been a failure since the day I built her; never balanced, always burying her nose in the seas, and drowning a sailor about once a year. If we keep that ship much longer she ll sail herself under some day and we ll be out the forty thousand. Altalr! Fancy name ! Skinner got it out of Ben Hur. He d been in the shipping game ten years then and hadn t learned that was the name of a star! We should have called her the Water Spaniel. Sell her, Matt, and we ll put the money into a steamer that can run foreign. "If you can tell me where we can buy, even at three times her intrinsic value, a steamer that will run foreign, I m willing to consider selling the Altair. Just at present she s earning big dividends ; and until we can find a place to invest her selling price, the money will earn six per cent instead of sixty, as at present." "Clear out and let me think!" Cappy commanded, CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 361 ind Matt Peasley retired to Mr. Skinner s office. "Have you noticed the old gentleman lately?" he inquired of Skinner. "Ever since his grandson ar rived grandpa has been paying attention to business." "He s dissatisfied with his own and our efforts thus far. He thinks he s been a piker and that you and I are his first-assistant pikers. He has ships on the brain." "He s getting pretty cocky," Matt agreed ; "but, at that, I guess he has a license to be." "I ve been with him twenty-six yes, twenty-seven years ; and I know him, Matt. He s cooking up some thing prodigious and it will soon be done." The door of Cappy s office opened and Gappy stood in the entrance. "Skinner," he ordered, "get me a letter of credit for about twenty thousand dollars. I m going travelling." "Where?" Matt and Skinner queried in chorus. "To Europe." "You re not!" Matt Peasley declared. "You re liable to be torpedoed en route." "I know, but then, too, I m liable not to be; and if I am, why, I m an old man, and I ll only be cheating the devil by a few years or a few months. Come in here, you two dead ones." They followed him into his office. "We need some steamers," Cappy announced. "Every shipyard in the United States that could build the kind of steamer we want is full up with contracts for the next three years ; so I m going to Norway or Sweden or Denmark, or some non-belligerent European country, and see whether I can t place some contracts there for a couple of real freighters. Then, too, I may be able 362 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES to pick up good vessels over there at a reasonabL price. Under the Emergency Shipping Act we can gel them provisional American registry and that s all we need. Before a great while Uncle Sam is going to turn his antiquated shipping laws inside out, and any foreign-built boats we may acquire now will be given the right to run in the coastwise trade also." "See here, Gappy," Matt reminded the old man "you re retired and I m in charge of the destinies of the Blue Star Navigation Company. I don t want you working yourself to death." "You mean you don t want me butting in. Non sense ! What s the use of having a grandson if a fellow doesn t hustle up something for the boy to sharpen his teeth on when he grows up? Here I ve been living from day to day, just marking time on the road to eternity and figuring life wasn t worth while because the stock was going to die out with me. Up until recently I was content with a little old one-horse business; but now, by the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, boy, we v< got to get out and shake a leg! Freighters! That s what we want. Big, well-decked tramps, flying the Stars and Stripes in every port on earth. Why, what kind of a nation are we getting to be, anyway ? We re a passel of mollycoddles, asleep on the job. We haven t half enough ships to coal our navy. In the event of war it would take us a week to dig up ships enough to transport the New York Police Department. I tell you, Matt, when I m gone you ll have to have somethii for that grandson of mine to do or he ll grow up into one of these idle-rich, ne er-do-well, two-for-a-quarter dudes. You bet I ve been doing a deal of thinking lately. We can t send that boy to college, and spoil CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 363 him before he s twenty-five. We ll run that young man through high school; just about that time he ll begin to get snobbish and we ll take that out of him by sending him to sea as a cadet on one of our own ships. We ll teach him democracy that s what we ll teach him. When he s twenty-one he ll be a skipper like his forebears and you ll be only about forty-six. Good Lord! To think of you two young fellows run ning my Blue Star ships and not enough ships to keep you busy ! Preposterous ! I can t consider Well, Hankins, my dear boy, what s troubling you? * Mr. Hankins, the secretary, had entered. "I wanted to see Mr. Skinner a moment. Ill wait. Didn t know you were busy." And he started to retire. Cappy checked him: "Finish with Skinner, Hankins. He ll be in consulta tion here with Matt and me for an hour yet." "I just wanted to know, Mr. Skinner, whether all those cablegrams to Captain Landry, of the Alt air, are to be charged to general expense, Captain Landry s personal account, or to the Altair." "It seems to me you should charge them to Captain Landry, Hankins," Mr. Skinner spoke up. "It isn t ship s business and it isn t Blue Star business. If he wants this office to cable him every day about his family -" "Here! What s this you re talking about, Skinner?" Cappy interrupted. "When Captain Landry sailed for Callao his wife didn t accompany him " "Lucky rascal! He told me he was expecting an heir." "And he s still expecting that heir." CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Naturally," Mr. Hankins explained, "he s been anx ious for news ; and ever since his arrival in Callao he s cabled us every other day latterly every day ask ing whether the baby has been born, and whether it s a boy or a girl." "A very pardonable human curiosity, my boy. Pro ceed." "Unfortunately the baby appears to be held up on demurrage and I think we ve spent at least fifty dollars cabling to Landry that the youngster has failed to re port. I imagine the skipper has spent twice that sum inquiring for news " "Of course! It s his first baby, isn t it? You must allow for human nature." "I thought we would for the first half dozen cable grams ; but after it became a habit it appeared that Landry ought to pay for his fancies." "He should," Mr. Skinner declared firmly. "Charge the cablegrams to Landry." "Nothing doing!" piped Cappy. "Charge em to general expense. Dang you, Skinner, I despair of ever breaking you of that habit of operating on the cheap !" "Oh, very well, sir only the expense is getting to be quite an item." "I m just about to send him another cablegram," Mr. Hankins declared fretfully. "The Altair is due to sail from Callao and the baby is still unborn ; it will be two months old, at least, before the skipper gets any further news." "Let s see your cablegram," Cappy ordered, and Mr. Hankins passed it over. Cappy read it. "Holy suffer ing sailor!" he cried. "Why this concern isn t in the hands of a receiver is a mystery to me." He looked up GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 365 at Mr. Hanldns with blood in his eye. "Here you are, Hankins, trying to saddle a bill of expense on a poor, heartbroken, anxious, embryo parent-to-be. Knowing full well that he only makes a hundred and fifty dollars a month, you admit to an endeavor to stick him for fifty dollars worth of cablegrams from this end, not to mention those from his end. If you had spent your time, sir, figuring out a way to cut down that cable expense, instead of discovering a rotten way to get rid of it Why, look here ! You can use your code book and save a couple of dollars." "Code book!" Mr. Hankins protested indignantly. "Why, who ever heard of a code book for cabling on baby business ?" "Use your shipping code. Here ; hand me that code book. There s bound to be something to fit the occa sion there always is. Hum-m-m ! Ahem ! Harumph- h-h! Let us see what we shall see under the head of cargoes ; Loading ! Discharging ! Demurrage ! Ahem ! That won t do. He d be liable to confuse it with the ship s business. Harumph-h-h ! Arrivals. Now we have it. Landry has been asking of an expected arrival, hasn t he?" Cappy ran his index finger down the page. "Here you are, Hankins. Hum-m-m! Afilamos meaning no new arrivals. Naturally Landry will say to himself: Well, for heaven s sake, when will that child arrive? We should enlighten him on that point." "We cannot." "Very well, then. Say so. Here you are. Affumi- cata meaning : We cannot guarantee time of arrival. Hankins, have you talked with Mrs. Landry s physician in order to get the latest ringside reports?" "Yes, sir." 366 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "What does he say?" "Well, he says he thinks it will be twins, in a couple of days at the most." "Good news! Here you are. Afilaba meaning: Heavy arrivals expected shortly. Now then, Hankins, he ll want some news of his wife, won t he? How about her?" "She went to the hospital this morning 1 ." Cappy closed his eyes and pondered ; then once more took up the code book. Followed a silence. Then : "Bully! He ll understand perfectly, being a sailor. Desdoble meaning: Is now in dry dock. And, of course, Landry will want to know whether his wife is in any danger. Danger ! Danger ! Ships are some times in danger. When? When they re wrecked, of course. Let us look under the head of wrecks . . . No ; nothing seems to fill the bill. Wreck, wrecked, worse, writ, write, wrong ah, I have it ! Wohlgemuth meaning: There is nothing wrong." He looked up at Mr. Hankins. "Now there s the kind of cablegram to send even on baby business. Those four code words translated mean: No new arrivals; heavy arrivals expected shortly; is now in dry dock; there is nothing wrong. Literally translated it means : Baby not born yet; twins expected shortly; your wife now in hospital; everything lovely! I suppose, Hankins, you have carbon copies of all these cablegrams you ve been sending?" "Yes, sir." "Code them all, so far as possible, and ascertain how much money you might have saved the Blue Star by the exercise of a little common sense; then charge the cablegrams, on the coded basis, to our general CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 367 expense, and charge to your personal account the sum you might have saved by the exercise of the ingenuity and efficiency I have a right to expect of a man who draws down as fat a salary as you do." CHAPTER L Mr. Hankins withdrew, greatly crestfallen, and the despot of the Blue Star office turned to his trusted lieutenants. "Well," he declared, "one after the other you have to come to the old man to be shown. I guess I ve proved to you two boys this morning that I m to be trusted with buying a few ships and letting contracts for a few more, haven t I?" "I don t like the idea of Cappy Ricks on a steamer that s likely to be torpedoed. I don t want you to go to Europe alone " "I m not going alone. Captain Mike Murphy, our new port captain, is going with me. I wouldn t think of buying a steamer unless that splendid fellow O.K. d the hull. And Terry Reardon, our new port engineer, will accompany me also. Terry has to O.K. the engines. Between the three of us, it s going to take a smart trader to sell us any junk, I m telling you !" "I ought to go with you," Matt suggested. "You have your work at home, attending to the fleet. It isn t much of a fleet, I ll admit ; but such as it is it requires some attention. I ll be the chief scout of this organization and see whether I can t rustle up some major-league vessels from some of those bush- league European owners." "I ve had a fine time getting good men to take their places in the Narcissus since you promoted Mike and 368 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 369 Terry in my absence!" Matt complained. "Mike and Terry know her well and she s such a big brute to handle." "Where is the Narcissus, by the way?" "Loading nitrate at Tocopilla and Antofagasta, Chile. This is her last voyage under the old charter." "Got any new business in sight for her?" "I won t have the slightest difficulty getting another nitrate charter and at a rate double what she s been getting." "Every vessel taken off the nitrate run stiffens the freight rate in these days, when they have to have so much nitrate in the manufacture of war munitions," the astute Cappy declared. "If I were you, Matt, I d find her a good outside cargo or two, and then slip her back in the nitrate business again. Freights may have advanced in the interim." "I have a mighty profitable cargo offered me this morning, Cappy. An agent of the British Government called on me and offered a whopping price for carrying a cargo of mules and horses from Galveston to Havre. I think I shall turn the proposition down. It s too dan gerous, Cappy." "You mean we might have our ship blown up by a German submarine?" Matt nodded. "Well, we d collect our freight in advance, wouldn t we? And the British Government will guarantee to reimburse us if the ship is lost, will it not ? Well, then, where s the risk?" "There s the danger to the crew." "Any man that goes to sea knows he has to take a chance. Bet you Mike Murphy could take that cargo 370 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES of livestock across and bring another cargo back. He s luckier than a cross-eyed coon. And another thing, Matt: If you accept that business we can kill two birds with one stone yes, three because Mike and Terry and I will cross over on the Narcissus and save the price of transportation from here to New York, and from New York to Liverpool. Then, while the Narcissus is discharging and taking on another cargo, we ll go scouting for available steamers." "It might be done, though I hate to think of it Cappy. If we lose the vessel they ll pay us a million and a half for her, of course and she cost us less than three hundred thousand a year ago. And, as you say, we ll collect the freight in advance. They re very anx ious to get the Narcissus. She s a whopping big boat, and that s the kind of a vessel they need for a horse transport." "Yes ; and, by the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, it will be a bully vacation, and a bully vacation is something I haven t had since the night of the big wind in Ire land. Moreover, I combine business with pleasure, which is always desirable; and, if that isn t excuse enough, I want to tell you it s cheaper to travel dead head on our own boats than to pay for three round- trip tickets to Europe on a Cunard liner." "But suppose a German submarine " "Matt, all my life I ve played a quiet, safe, sane, conservative game. I ve always longed for adventure and never had it. Why, just consider a moment what a tiresome thing life would be were it not for the prospect of death at any moment ! That s all that keeps us hustling, my boy trying to put over a winning run before the game is called on account of darkness. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 371 Hell s bells ! Don t try to scare me with a sheet and the rattle of old bones. Suppose they do blow us up? We don t lose a dollar; in fact, we make money and we can take to the boats, can t we?" "They only give you fifteen minutes " "We ll have the boats swung overside, provisioned and ready, two days ahead." "But they don t care how far out to sea they leave you. I spent two weeks in an open boat once and I know you can t stand two days. The exposure " "When we get down to Galveston," Cappy inter rupted triumphantly, "I ll have Mike Murphy buy a nice, staunch little secondhand motor cruiser, thirty- eight or forty feet long, with plenty of power and com fortable living accommodations for half a dozen people. Mike will arrange for extra oil and gasoline tankage, and we ll swing this cruiser in on the main deck and let it rest there in a cradle, with the slings round it, ready to lift overside with the cargo derricks at a minute s notice. I ll be as snug in that little cruiser as a bug under a chip and we ll tow the lifeboats. So that settles it and if it doesn t I d like to know who s the boss of this shebang, anyhow !" Mr. Skinner glanced covertly at Captain Matt Peas- ley and shook his head almost imperceptibly, as who should say: "Better give in to him, Matt. I know him longer than you do; he ll have his way if it kills him." And Matt took the hint, with the result that some six weeks later Cappy Ricks, accompanied by his faithful port captain and his equally faithful port engineer, cleared for Galveston aboard the Sunset Limited. And at Galveston began the only real vaca tion Cappy Ricks had ever had. CHAPTER LI To begin, there was the task of superintending the installation of the accommodations for the cargo of mules and horses. Cappy was particularly interested in the ventilating system below decks, for he was fond of horses and had resolved to deliver the cargo without the loss of a single animal. Of no mediocre turn of mind mechanically, he, assisted by Terry Reardon, made a few suggestions that the British veterinaries in charge were very glad to accept. The real enjoyment of the trip, however, Cappy found down at the breaking corrals where the horses were detraining. They were all young and full of life, and fully ninety per cent of them had only been halter-broken. In the lot was many an outlaw whose ancestors had run wild for generations in Nevada; and as the delivery contract specified that a horse to be accepted must be broken God save the mark ! as Terence Reardon remarked after seeing one passed as broken, following five minutes of furious pitching and squealing Cappy Ricks was one of the first at the corral and the last to leave. Perched on the topmost rail, he piped encouragement to the lank, flat-bellied border busters who, a dozen times a day, risked life and limb at five dollars a bust. Mike Murphy and Terence Reardon, who had ridden more than one China Sea typhoon and West India hurricane, marvelled that men should take such ns 372 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 373 for any amount of money. Privately they considered Cappy Ricks an accessory before the fact, inasmuch as Cappy hung up at least five hundred dollars in small prizes for the vaqueros. Whenever they had a "bad one" they could always induce Cappy to offer ten dollars for staying two minutes and five dollars a minute for each minute over the limit which seldom reached two minutes. Also, Cappy was willing to furnish two silver dollars whenever some adventurer thought he could put a dollar between each leg and the saddle and have the dollars there when the horse surrendered. They ran in a couple of trained buckers on Cappy and de pleted his bank roll considerably before he began to smell a rat. To these plainsmen, charged with the destinies of the mounts for the young British soldier, Cappy Ricks was known familiarly as Cap. Before the last of the horses had been passed as broken and hustled aboard the big Narcissus, Cappy knew each horse wrangler by his first name or nickname, and had learned the intricacies of many hitherto unheard-of games of chance that flourish along the Rio Grande. He was an expert at cooncan, and Pangingi fascinated him; then they taught him Mexican monte, and one worthless individual stole an ace out of the deck, whereupon all hands had a joyous hack at Cappy, who, when informed privately by his friend, Sam Daniels, foreman of the jutfit, that he was in bad company and being skinned alive, went uptown and bought some specially con structed dice, which he introduced brazenly into a crap grame, thereby more than catching even. He was the last man in the world a gang of wicked cowboys 374 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES would suspect of guile; all of them, quite foolishly, thought he had more money than brains. Eventually, however, the Narcissus was loaded, Cappy moved into the owner s suite, and his new-found friends bunked in a temporary deck house forward when they weren t busy below decks playing chamber maid to the cargo. And with Cappy s motor cruiser swung in the cradle, ready for launching from the main deck aft, the Narcissus slipped out of Galveston and went snoring across the Gulf of Mexico, bound for Le Havre. Mike Murphy was not happy, however. He resented Cappy Ricks, who would persist in going below to inspect the cargo and in consequence smelled like a hostler. Moreover, Michael was the port captain of the Blue Star Navigation Company now and not the master of the ship ; and the Narcissus wasn t out of sight of land before Mike made the discovery that the boatswain of the ship was absolutely inefficient, that the cook was wasteful, that the first officer was too talka tive, and the skipper too easy-going. And these conditions, on a ship he had once com manded, irked Murphy exceedingly. Terence Rear- don was in much the same state of mind. Being port engineer, he investigated the engine room and found that his favorite monkey wrench had been lost ; there were two leaky tubes in the main boiler; the ash hoist was out of kilter; his successor in the Narcissus was carrying ten pounds of steam less than Terence used to carry; and there was something not quite right with the condenser. The engine room crew Terence characterized to Mike Murphy as a gang of "vaga- bones," and hinted darkly at sweeping changes when GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 375 ship should get back to the United States. Once he went so far as to state that he might have expected as much when, upon leaving the Narcissus to become port engineer, he had given her to his old first assist ant ; since he had never known a first assistant, barring himself, to make a good chief ! CHAPTER LII On the very day the Xarcissus left Galveston the German submersible V-14 left her base at Zeebrugge, with oil and torpedoes sufficient to last her on an or dinary three weeks cruise, and promptly headed for that section of the Atlantic where information and be lief told her commander the hunting would be good. And it was so good, in fact, that to the very great disgust of her crew she had just two torpedoes in stock when the man on watch at her periscope reported a large freight steamer to the west. Promptly the V-14 submerged and proceeded on a course calculated to in tercept the freighter, which presently was discovered to be the U.S.S. Narcissus. The captain of the V-14 almost licked his chops. He had heard of the Xarcissus. The neutrality laws of the United States had prevented him from hearing of her by wireless when she cleared from Galveston, but he had been on the lookout for her, just the same, ever since a Dutch steamer from New York, with an alert German chief mate, had touched at Copenhagen, from which point the dispatches that mate carried had gone underground straight to the office of the German Ad miralty. The information anent the Xarcissus had been brief but illuminating: She had been chartered to carry horses for the British Government from Gal veston to Le Havre, and the word to get her at aU hazards had been passed to the submarine flotilla. 376 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 377 Captain Emil Bechtel, of the V-14, did not possess r.n Iron Cross of any nature whatsoever, and as he tudied the oncoming Narcissus through the periscope iue reflected that this big brute of a boat would bring jam one, provided he was lucky. He remembered he iad but two torpedoes left, and under the circum- tances he paused to consider. Clearly since the Narcissus was laden with horses ,nd mules for the enemy she was carrying contraband she must not escape. On the other hand, there had <een a deal of unpleasantness of late because President Wilson had been protesting the sinking of vessels with- ut warning and the Narcissus was a United States teamer. Consequently if he torpedoed her without earning the temperamental Kaiser might make of Captain Emil Bechtel what is colloquially known as the <;oat ; whereas, on the other hand, should he conform o international law and place her crew in safety be- ore sinking her, there was a chance that her wireless light summon a patrol boat to the vicinity Bechtel *ad sighted one less than an hour before and patrol oats had a miserable habit, when they sighted a peri- cope, of shooting it to pieces. Then, too, it was just possible that the perfidious inglish had mounted a couple of six-inch guns on her fter getting to sea and the German knew a six- ach shell, well-placed, would send his vessel to the ottom. Moreover, it was sunset ; in half an hour it r ould be twilight ; he had no knowledge of the speed of he Narcissus and she might try to make a run for it, hus forcing him to come to the surface and shell her hould he miss with his torpedoes. Further, if he -ttacked her and she escaped, there was an elderly 378 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES gentleman with whiskers back in Berlin who would do things to him if the Kaiser didn t. There was, however, one course open to the German. To his way of thinking, during the exciting diplomatic tangle with the United States, he would be damned if he did and damned if he didn t ; but if he did, and no body could prove it, old Von Tirpitz would ask no questions. "I ll let her have it," Captain Emil Bechtel con cluded; and he passed the word to get ready. A minute later Gappy Ricks, smoking his after- dinner cigar on the bridge of the Narcissus with her skipper and Mike Murphy, pointed far off the port bow. "There s a shark or a swordfish, or something, breaching," he said. "I can see his wake." Mike Murphy took a casual glance in the direction Cappy was pointing, while the master of the Narcissus reached for his marine glasses and lazily put them to his eyes. "Shark be damned!" yelled Murphy. "It s a tor pedo or I m a Chinaman ! Hard-a-starboard !" He leaped for the engine-room telegraph and jammed it over to Full Speed Astern; then dashed into the pilot house and commenced a furious ringing of the ship s bell, summoning the crew to boat drill, the while his anxious eye marked the swift progress of the white streak coming toward them. What wind there was happened fortunately to be on the vessel s port counter, and as the helmsman spun the wheel the big vessel fell off quickly and easily, while the rumble of her shaft, suddenly reversed, fairly shook the ship. To Cappy Ricks it seemed that the vessel must be brought GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 379 up standing, like one of the broncos he had seen ridden with a Spanish bit; but a big ship under full headway is not stopped very abruptly, and the Narcissus swept on, turning as she went in order to offer as little target as possible to the torpedo. "Will we make it, Mike?" Cappy Ricks queried in a very small, awed voice. Mike Murphy turned and found his owner at his elbow. "I hope it hits her forward," he replied. "That motor cruiser is cradled aft and we might save it. They never hailed us ah-h-h, missed!" The torpedo flew by, missing the big blunt bow by less than three feet. "I guess they ll get us just the same," Mike Mur- rphy murmured quietly; "but we re going down fight- ing." And, disregarding the master of the Narcissus, who was staring vacantly after the flying torpedo, he rang for Full Speed Ahead, and called down the speaking tube to the chief to hook her on for all he had; then, >with his helm still hard-a-starboard, he swung the ship in as small a circle as possible and headed her at full speed back over the course so recently traveled by the torpedo. "That was a beautifully timed shot that last one," he informed Cappy Ricks admiringly. "If we d sighted it thirty seconds later " "Where the devil are you going, man ?" Cappy yelled frantically. "I m going to give that fellow a surprise," Murphy growled. "He expected us to run for it after that first one missed and I m running for him! He may not 380 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES get me with the next one if I come bows on and I might ram him! I ll take a chance. Keep your eyes open for his periscope." Aboard the V-14 Captain Emil Bechtel said nothing, but thought a great deal when he saw that his first torpedo had missed its prey. He was in for it now; he had started something and he had to go through. And, anticipating that the Narcissus would show him her heels and steer a zigzag course, he immediately launched his last torpedo as the horse transport lay quartering to him. To his disgust, however, the steamer, having avoided the first torpedo, did not run as he had anticipated. Instead, she continued to turn round on her heels, each revolution of her wheel lifting her out of the course of the second torpedo, since the submarine had fired slightly ahead of the vessel, knowing that if she continued for two minutes on the course he expected her to take she would steam fairly across the path of the huge missile. So he missed again the torpedo slid under her stern and here was that demon horse transport bearing down on him at full speed and with a bone in her teeth. "The jig is up," murmured Bechtel, and gave the order to submerge deeper, for he would not risk show ing his periscope to the keen eyes on that bridge. For ten minutes he waited, while the submarine scuttled blindly out of the path of the onrushing trans port; then, concluding that the Narcissus had passed him, he came up and took a look round. He was right. A cable length astern and another off his port quarter the steamer was plunging over the darkening CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 381 sea, and Captain Emil Bechtel knew he had her now; so promptly he came to the surface. Mike Murphy, glancing off his starboard quarter, saw her periscope come swiftly up; then her turret I showed; then her turtle deck flashed for a moment on the surface, like a giant fish, before she rose higher and the water cascaded down her sides. Cappy Ricks* anxious face turned a delicate green; he glanced up at his bully port captain as if in that rugged personality alone could he hope for salvation. Murphy caught the glance, shook his head, walked over to the engine-room telegraph and set the handle over to stop. "No use, sir," he informed Cappy. "That Dutchman is out of torpedoes, so he s coming up to shell us. We ll heave to and save funeral expenses." He turned to the master of the Narcissus. "Captain, I ll stay on the bridge and conduct all negotiations with that fel low ; get your mates, round up everybody and prepare to abandon the ship in a hurry. Get the motor cruiser overside first." >i I As the captain hurried away, Terence Reardon came up on the bridge. The port engineer s gloomy visage portended tears, but through his narrowed lids Cappy Ricks saw not tears, but the light of murder. Ter ence did not speak, but thoughtfully puffed his pipe, and, with Murphy and Cappy Ricks, watched the booby hatch on the submarine s deck slide back and her long, iSlim, three-inch gun appear, like the tongue of a huge viper. Heads appeared round the breech of the gun; so Michael J. Murphy seized a megaphone and shouted: 382 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES * ^einl Nix!" accompanying his words "with wi] pantomime that meant "Don t shoot !" Captain Emil Bechtel was vastly relieved. He wai not an inhuman man, even if, on occasion, as has al ready been demonstrated, he could, for the sake of national expediency, sink a ship without warning. Having missed with both torpedoes, he could now, in the event of national complications, enter a vigorous denial of any affidavits alleging an attempted breach of international law, and his government would upholc him. This knowledge rendered him both cheerful anc polite, as he hove to some hundred yards to stai board of the Narcissus and informed Captain Mi chael J. Murphy that the latter had just fifteen minut< in which to save the ship s company; whereat Michael J. proved himself every inch a sailor, while Teren< P. proved himself a marine engineer. If there was word of opprobrium, mundane or nautical, which th< port skipper didn t shout at that submarine coi mander, the port engineer supplied it. In all his life Cappy Ricks had never listened to such rich, racy, unctuous abuse; it lifted itself about the level of th( commonplace and became a work of art. Cap was horrified. "Boys! Boys!" he pleaded. "This is frightful!" "What do you expect from a German, sir?" Murphy demanded. "Frightfulness is his middle name." "I mean you two and your language. Stop it You ll contaminate me." "Well, sor," Terence Reardon replied philosophically, "I suppose there s small use cryin over spilt milk musha, what are they up to now?" "They re dragging a collapsible boat up from CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 383 below," Mike Murphy declared. "That means they re going to board us, place bombs in the bilges, and sink us that way. They know blamed well we ve wirelessed for help and a patrol has answered ; so that " "No profanity !" Cappy shrilled. "So he has decided he won t try to sink us by shell fire with such a small gun. It ll be dark in five minutes and he s afraid the flame of the discharge or the reports of the gun may guide the patrol boat here before he s finished his job. Oh, wirra, wirra!" Murphy s surmise proved to be correct, for he had scarcely finished speaking before the submarine com mander hailed him and ordered him to let down his gangway. Terence P. Reardon s eyes flamed with the lust for battle. "Be the great gun av Athlone," he cried, "if they re comin aboard sure we can get at them !" Murphy s rage vanished as suddenly as it had gripped him; he smiled at Terence affectionately, approvingly. "You with your monkey wrench, eh, Terry, my lad? And they with automatic pistols and wishful of an excuse to use them, not to mention the nitroglycerin and guncotton bombs they ll be carrying a divilish bad thing to have kicking round in a free-for-all fight ?" he queried. Terry s face showed his deep disappointment. "They ll see us all in the boats," Murphy continued ; "then they ll go below, set the bombs, light a slow fuse to give them time to get back to the submarine and then " "With all these poor dumb beasts aboard?" Cappy Ricks quavered. "Horrible! Horrible! I could kill them for it." 384 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "I could kill them for a greater crime than that," his port captain reminded him. "Didn t they try twice to sink us without warning? Damn them! They re forty fathoms outside the law this minute." CHAPTER LIII For the first time in his life Cappy Ricks was in financial and physical danger coincidently. Old he was, and a landlubber, for all his courtesy title ; but in his veins there coursed the blood of a long line of fighting ancestors. It occurred to him now that in all his life he had never cried "Enough;" that always, when cornered and presumably beaten, he had gone into executive session with himself and, fox that he was, schemed a way out. In this supreme moment there came to him now the words of the gallant Lawrence: "Don t give up the ship !" They inspired him ; his agile old brain, benumbed by the shock of the excit ing events of the last quarter of an hour, threw off its paralysis; his little five-feet-four body thrilled with the impact of a sudden brilliant idea. "I have it!" he piped. "By the Holy Pink-Toed IProphet, it might be done! Mike, the submarine lies to starboard. Tell the mate to lower the port gang way." Murphy ran out on the end of the bridge and bawled the order. Then he came back, and he and Terence and Cappy Ricks put their heads together while in brief, illuminating sentences Cappy Ricks unfolded the fruit of his genius. "Tell me," he pleaded when he had finished, "is that scheme practicable?" "It might be done, sir," Mike Murphy assented. 385 686 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "I ll thry anything the wanst," Terry Reardon al most barked. "It means some fighting probably some killing." "Sorra wan av me ll feel broken-hearted at killin the likes av that Dutchman," Terry answered. "Shtill, we ll be needin jsome help, I m thinkin ." "We ll get it, or I m no judge of human nature. Mike, pass the word for Sam Daniels, the boss of mule teers and broncho busters. Sam used to be a Texas Ranger." Accordingly Sam Daniels was sent for and arrived on the jump. "Sam, my dear boy," said Gappy calmly, "I m en listing volunteers to raise hell with that submarine. They re going to put bombs in the bilges and blow up the ship." "Count me in, Cap," Sam Daniels replied laconically. "Want me to rustle up a couple of the boys ?" "Yes, about three real ones boys that are handy with a six-shooter." "I guess most of the boys from the border have their guns in their war bags. I ll go get them together." He did in about three minutes ; by which time the collapsible boat from the submarine had been launched and was pulling toward the Narcissus. While her master directed them to pull round to the port gang way, Sam Daniels slipped down unobserved into Num ber Three hatch, two of his horse wranglers disappeared with an equal lack of ostentation down the gangway into Number Two hatch, and a third man went for ward and down Number One. The trap was set. A stout young lieutenant clad in soiled dungarees, his uniform cap alone denoting his rank, came briskly GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 387 up the companion, followed by four jackies carrying the bombs. A fifth man remained in the boat, fending it away with a boat hook from the tall black side of the Narcissus. "Who commands here?" the German demanded in most excellent English. "I do," the master of the Narcissus replied, and stepped a pace forward. "Then hurry and get your boats overside. We re going to bomb the ship, and if anybody remains aboard when those bombs explode it will be his fault, not ours." The motor cruiser ftad already been dropped over board, and the life-boats, having been for two days swung out in the davits, were quickly filled and lowered away. As each boat pulled clear of the ship the man in charge of it was ordered by the submarine lieutenant to stay to port of the Narcissus, and to pull well clear of the ship before proceeding to pass the towing painters to the cruiser. "Are all your men off the ship?" the officer queried of the skipper as the latter entered the last boat and gave the order to lower away. "All off; I ve accounted for all of them," was the answer. The German waited until the boat had slipped away in the gloom before turning to his command. "Proceed !" he said briefly ; and, followed by his four men, he led the way down the cleated temporary gang- w&y built diagonally down Number Three hatch to ac commodate the horses when they had been led aboard. The better to facilitate their progress, Terence Reardon had turned on all the electric lights in the ship, 388 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES and the detail proceeded quickly to the lower hold, where they set two bombs and piled double-compressed baled hay round them, with the fuse leading out from under the bales. In addition to blowing a hole in the ship they were taking the added precaution of setting her afire after the explosion. From the spot where the bombs were set a long alleyway, lined on each side with the rumps of horses, each neatly boxed in a stall just wide enough and long enough to inclose him firmly and hold him on his feet in the event of rough weather, led forward and aft to the bulkheads. And in one of these stalls, close up against the rump of a horse he could trust, Sam Daniels, the ex-Texas Ranger, crouched, with one eye round the corner of the stall, calmly watching the grim proceedings. Something told him that, having ar ranged the bombs in that hold, the enemy would not light the fuses until he had set similar bombs at the bottom of the other hatches ; then, all being in readi ness, a man would be sent into each hold to light the fuse, scurry on deck, descend to the waiting boat, and be pulled clear of danger before the fuses should burn down to the fulminating caps. So Daniels waited until the men were about to pick up the remaining bombs and ascend to the deck ; where upon he stepped quietly out into the alleyway, a long- barreled forty-five in his hand, and pussyfooted swiftly toward the Germans, whose backs were now turned toward him. Halfway down the alleyway, on one of the heavy six-by-six-inch uprights temporarily set in to support the weight of the hundred mules on the deck above, was the electric switch controlling the circuit in that hold and Sam Daniels reached up and turned CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 389 it down. Instantly the hold was in darkness; and then the horseman spoke: "Hey, you Dutchies ! Stay right where you are ! I want to have a little powwow with you before you go any farther." Having said this, the astute Mr. Daniels, out of a vast experience gained while fighting Mexicans and) outlaws in the dark, promptly lay down. In case the enemy should become rattled and fire at the sound of his voice he preferred to have plenty of room for the bullets to pass over him. "Who s there?" the lieutenant demanded in English; and by the firm, resolute voice the Texan knew that the German was not rattled and that his men would not fire unless he gave the word. "Great thing, this naval discipline!" Mr. Daniels soliloquized. Aloud he replied: "The fastest, straightest little wing shot with a six shooter that ever was, old-timer !" "What do you purpose doing, my friend?" "I purpose giving you some good advice; though whether you accept it or not is a matter of indiffer ence to me. You will observe that this hold is in com parative darkness. I say comparative, because through the hatch space a certain amount of light is projected from the deck above, and you and your men are stand ing in that light, whereas I am in the dark. I can see you and you cannot see me. I have a forty-five caliber revolver in my hand and another in reserve. There are five of you fellows, constituting a fair target and I seldom miss a fair target. I can kill all five of you in five seconds. Of course some of you may manage to fire at the flash of my gun and accidentally kill me; but 390 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES make no mistake about it, son I ll get you and your gang before I kick the bucket. Now, then, which do you want to do live or die? I m going to be fair to you fellows and give you some choice in the matter which is more than you did when you launched those two torpedoes at us. Speak up, brother! I m a ner vous man and dislike suspense." The German lieutenant glanced at his men, who had not yet touched the other bombs and were looking stolidly at him for orders. He licked his lower lip and scowled, sighed gustily and made a swift grab for his automatic. A streak of flame came out of the dark alleyway and the German s arm hung limp at his side. He had a bullet in his shoulder. "Told you I was a wing shot !" the plainsman cau tioned him pleasantly. "I would havp put that one through your heart if I didn t need an interpreter. I imagine these roustabouts with you only speak their . mother tongue." "What do you want me to do?" "Well, first, I want you to leave that high explosive right where it is. Then I want you to deposit all your sidearms on the floor, and have your men do likewise." The German had had his lesson and arrived at the conclusion that valor without discretion is not good business. He slipped his belt off and let it drop to the floor; at a word from him his men did likewise, where upon Daniels stood up, threw on the electric switch, and revealed himself and his artillery to the gaze of the invaders. "Forward ; in a bunch, up the gangway !" he ordered. They obeyed. As the Texan passed the little heap of belts, with the automatics in the holsters attached, GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 391 he gathered them up and followed. Just before the procession reached the main deck he halted them and whistled whereupon Michael J. Murphy, Terence P. Reardon and Gappy Ricks came to the edge of the hatch and peered over. "Well, look who s here!" Gappy exclaimed mali ciously. "Five nice little pirates, who would sink my Narcissus without so much as a be-damned to you! Mike, bring the irons. Terence, my boy, restrain yourself. If you use that monkey wrench until I give the word the Blue Star Navigation Company will have a new port engineer. Undress these fellows. Just remove their caps and outer garments and be quick about it." "Tell them to molt muy pronto!" Sam Daniels ordered the %utenant, who relayed the order in a voice that had in it a suspicion of tears. In three minutes they were undressed and handcuffed together; leg irons were put on them, and they were expeditiously gagged and chained to a stanchion. "Now then, Terence, I have work for you and your monkey wrench," Gappy continued. "You re about the same size as this officer. Into his dungarees and uni form cap ; and don t forget to slip on his belt, with the automatic." "In two shakes av a lamb s tail, sor. What next?" "As you run down the gangway to the waiting boat, hold your handkerchief over that Irish mug of yours. Pretend you re blowing your nose. The man in the boat won t recognize you until you re on top of him." "Wan little love tap no more!" Terence breathed lovingly. "When Terence has tapped him, Sam," Gappy con- 392 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES tinued, "you go down and help to get him out on the landing stage. He ll be off our hands there and the submarine people cannot see what s happened to him. They re still lying on our starboard beam. * Terence and the deadly Samuel disappeared, to re turn presently and report all well. Thereupon Mi chael J. Murphy retired to the port side of the house, lit a kerosene torch he had brought up from the engine room and waved it. He waited. Presently, in the gloom off to port, he saw the red and green side lights of the little cruiser. For a moment both lights were visible; then the master of the Narcissus,, now in charge of the cruiser, ported his helm and showed his red only. Murphy waited, and presently both red and green showed again. "Starboard now, and show your green," Murphy pleaded. The red went out and the green alone showed; so Mike Murphy extinguished his torch and rejoined Cappy Ricks, Terence and the ubiquitous Mr. Dan iels. "Sam, my dear boy," Cappy was saying as Murphy came up, "Mike and Terence own in the Narcissus and they work for me hence their alliance. You owe me no fealty " "The hell I don t, Cap!" Sam retorted lightly. "You re a fine old sport, and I m for you till the last dog is hung." "Sam, I am deeply grateful. Your friendship is very dear to me indeed. I have a twenty-two-thousand acre ranch down in Monterey County, California don t know why I bought it, unless it was because it was a bargain and ranch property in California is GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 393 bound to increase in value and you re my foreman if we ever get out of this with a whole skin. I ll make it the best job you ever had, Sam." "Thank you, Mr. Ricks!" A moment before it had been Cap. "If you never saw a man fight for a .good job before, just watch me!" CHAPTER LIV The horse tenders in the other holds were summoned and informed that for the present the Narcissus would not be bombed. Quickly two of them, with Mike Mur phy and Sam Daniels, donned the dungarees and caps of the prisoners and strapped on their belts containing the automatics in their holsters. In the interim Terence had descended to the collapsible boat bumping at the gangway and fended her off until Sam Daniels, the two cowboys and Mike Murphy joined him; where upon Terence took one pair of oars, while Murphy handled the other, and the boat crept out from the steamer and headed directly for the submarine, which had been ratching backward and forward under a dead- slow bell, watching the towering black hulk of the Narcissus rolling idly. A light showed on the turret of the submarine, outlining vaguely the figures of half a dozen men on her small deck. The disposition of Mike Murphy s forces was such that the chances of the enemy detecting the substitu tion of the boarding party before it should reach the submersible were reduced to a minimum. In the bow of the collapsible one of the cowboys sat, facing the stern; Terence and Mike also faced the stern, by reason of the fact that they were rowing; and Sam Daniels and the other cowboy, seated in the stern sheets, were under orders to turn and look back at the Narcissus as the boat came within the radius of the 394 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 395 meager light from the submarine s turret. Thus they ran little risk of premature discovery. "For," as Cappy Ricks sagely reminded them just be fore they pulled away from the Narcissus, "the German is both cautious and cocksure. The capture of his bomb ing party has been effected without a sound; the com mander saw our men leave the steamer in the boats ; he sees the Narcissus now not under command and wallow ing; he figures that all is lovely and the goose honks high. Therefore, he will be off his guard, since his suspicions have not been roused. His deck is very dimly lighted by that single light on the turret, and he knows that light is sufficient to guide the boat party back to the submarine. There is no sea running to speak of; so it will not be necessary for him to turn his search light on you to light the way for you. "Moreover, he will not care to use his searchlight, be cause it may guide a patrol boat to this spot, and Terence has very carefully turned out all the lights on the ship which might be visible from a distance, because that is precisely what that lieutenant would or should have done if we had given him time. And when you row toward that submarine, row like the devil, because that s the way the bombing party would row in their hurry to board the submarine and steam clear of the explosion. It is my guess that the instant you heave alongside you will be snagged with boat hooks by the men on her deck. In the excitement of making a quick get-away nobody will be looking into your faces, anyhow ; they ll see your familiar dungaree suits and caps ; some of them may even give you a hand to help you when you leap aboard. Do not despise such help ; just extend your left hands and before you let 396 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES go the enemy s right bend your guns and you, Terry, your monkey wrench over their heads. You ll have the deck in a pig s whisper ! Then, Mike, the rest is up to you. I ve made the ball ; now you fire it. "I take it the submarine will be in such a hurry to get away that all the men on her deck will reach down and snake the boat in ; once out of danger, they ll plan on knocking that collapsible down and storing it away at their leisure. Tackle em while they re busy with the boat provided you get aboard unsuspected. Terence, remember to shout the minute you go into action and I ll give you fighting light." Following these instructions, Cappy had very sol emnly shaken hands all round and departed for the bridge, where he removed the canvas covering from the searchlight, bent the reflector toward the submarine, and waited, with his nervous old finger on the switch. In pursuance of Cappy Ricks instructions, Mike Murphy and Terence Reardon rowed furiously toward the submarine so furiously, indeed, that the harsh grating of their oars in the rowlocks apprised Captain Emil Bechtel of their approach some seconds before the boat was visible. At his brisk command the men on deck stepped down to the low pipe railing on the port side of the deck, prepared to snag the boat the instant she drew alongside. When he could hear the sound of the commander s voice, Mike Murphy chanced a quick look over his shoulder, noted the position of the submarine, and turned his head again. "Four more strokes, Terry; then ship your oars," he cautioned the engineer in a low voice. At the fourth stroke Terence obediently shipped his oars ; with a deft twist of one oar, Murphy straight- CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 397 ened the boat and shot neatly in alongside the sub marine, the deck of which was less than three feet above the water. As Cappy Ricks had anticipated, the men on that deck promptly snagged the boat at bow and stern with boat hooks and on the instant Cappy Ricks bully boys leaped for their prey. As luck would have it, Terence P. Reardon was the only one offered a helping hand and he did not despise it; neither did he forget Cappy s last instructions. With neatness and ample force he brought his monkey wrench down on the German s skull ; and then to Cappy Ricks, waiting on the bridge of the Narcissus, came the ancient Irish battlecry of Faugh-a-ballagh! For the benefit of those not versed in the ways of the fighting Celt, be it known that Faugh-a-ballagh means Clear the Road. And history records but few instances when Irish soldiery have raised that cry and rushed without clearing a pathway. The fight was too short and savage for description. Suffice it to say that not a shot was fired the work was too close for that, for the surprise had been complete. Even before Cappy Ricks could focus the steamer s searchlight on the fracas, it was over. Terence P. Reardon got two in two strokes of his trusty monkey wrench ; Sam Daniels and his two fellow-bronco-busters each laid open a German scalp with the long barrels of their forty-fives ; and Michael J. Murphy, plain lunatic- ;j crazy with rage, disdaining all but Nature s weapons, tied into the amazed Captain Emil Bechtel under the rules of the Longshoremen s Union which is to state that Michael J. Murphy clinched Emil Bechtel, lifted him, set him down hard on his plump back, crawled him, knelt on his arms, and addressed him in these words : 398 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Hah! (A right jab to the face.) You would, would you? (Left jab to face.) You pig-iron polisher! (Bending the nose back forcibly with the heel of his fist.) When I get (smash) through with your (smash) head (smash) it ll be long (smash) before you ll block (smash) your hat again (smash) on the Samson post, you " "Out av me way, Michael, lad, till I get a kick at his slats !" crooned Terence P. Reardon, heaving alongside. "You gossoon ! Take care of the scuttle ; don t let them close it down, or they ll submerge and drown us. Leave this lad to me, I tell you. He s the captain, and why shouldn t he be killed by one of his own rank?" Thus rebuked, Terence curbed his blood-thirsty pro clivities. Leaving his countryman to beat his devil s tattoo on the submarine commander, Terence leaped to the open scuttle just in time to bang another head as it appeared on a level with the deck. "Let that be a lesson to you !" he called as the uncon scious man slid back down the companion into the interior of the vessel. Then he sat on the lid of the scuttle, poised his monkey wrench on high over the scuttle, and awaited developments, the while he tossed an order over his shoulder to Sam Daniels: "Bring me the bum!" "Which one?" Mr. Daniels queried. "The German bum, av coorse," Terence retorted waspishly. "But all these bums are Germans " "Not that kind av a bum !" howled Terence. "I mean the bum in the boat." GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 399 Thus enlightened, Sam brought a bomb from the boat and handed it to the engineer. In the interim Mike Murphy had polished off his man to his entire satisfaction and joined Terence at the scuttle, while one of the horse wranglers, a cool individual and a firm believer in safety first, collected the weapons from the fallen. Mike Murphy approached the scuttle and bawled down it to the amazed and puzzled crew below. As a linguist Mike was no great shakes, particularly when called upon to juggle German; but he was a resolute fellow and not afraid to do his best at all times. Con sequently his hail took the form of "Hey! Lands- mann!" Something told Terence Reardon that Michael was through ; so he added his mite to the store and bellowed : "Spreckeh die deutsch, ye blackguards ?" Then both sat back to await developments. Pres ently a voice at the foot of the companion said: "Hello dere! Vat iss?" "Vat iss? Hell iss! Dot s vat! Listen to me, you Dutchy. I m the skipper of that horse transport your commander tried to sink without warning, and I m in command of the deck of this craft, with the scuttle open ; and you can t submerge and wash me off, either. When I give the word I want you and your men to come up, one at a time and no crowding. And if you re not up five minutes after I order you up I ll not wait ; I ll set a bomb in your turret, back off in the small boat and kill with revolvers any man that tries to come up and see where the fuse is burning in order to put it out. Do you surrender, or would you rather die?" 400 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Vait a minute und I find oud," the German answered promptly. It required five minutes for a council of war below decks ; then the interpreter came to the foot of the companion and informed Mike Murphy that, consider ing the circumstances, they had decided to live. In the interim the skipper of the Narcissus had arrived, with re-enforcements, in the cruiser, and reported that his crew was getting back aboard the steamer as fast as possible and would have her under command again in a minute. At Murphy s order the unconscious Germans were put aboard the cruiser ; later, when the remainder of the submersible s crew came up, one at a time, they were disarmed and lined up on the little deck; whereupon Michael J. Murphy addressed their spokes man thus : "Listen you! It would be just like you to have set a time bomb somewhere in this submarine to blow her up after you were all safely out of her. If you did you made a grave tactical error. You re not going to leave her for quite a while yet. You re going to sit quietly here on deck, under guard, while the steamer hooks on to this submarine and tows her ; and if my prize crew is blown up, remember, you " The spokesman he was the chief engineer, by the way yelled "Ach, Gott!" and leaped for the scuttle. Mike Murphy followed him into the engine room in time to see him stamp out a long length of slow- burning fuse. "Any more?" Murphy queried. "Dot von vas sufficient, if it goes off," the German answered simply. "All right!" Mike Murphy replied. "I ll take a CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 401 chance and so will you. You ll stay aboard and run those oil engines." Half an hour later with the submarine s crew safely under lock and key on the Narcissus, the big freighter continued on her course, followed by the captured sub marine, with Michael J. Murphy in her turret and a quartermaster from the Narcissus at her helm. In the engine room her own engineer grudgingly explained to. Terence P. Reardon the workings of an oil engine and the ramifications of the electric-light system and dur ing all of that period the deadly monkey wrench never left the port engineer s hand. Sam Daniels and his comrades were once more back aboard the Narcissus, attending to the horses; and Cappy Ricks, his heart so filled with pride that it was like to burst, occupied the submarine s turret with the doughty Michael J. For an hour they discussed the marvelous coup until there was no angle of it left undiscussed; whereupon fell a silence, with Michael J. s eyes fixed on the dark bulk ahead that marked the Narcissus, and Cappy s thoughts on what Matt Peas- ley and Mr. Skinner would say when they heard the glorious news. For nearly an hour not a word passed between the pair. Presentty Cappy s regular breathing drew Murphy s attention to him. He had fallen asleep in his seat, his chin bent on his old breast, a little half-smile on his lips. And as Murphy looked at him pridefully Cappy spoke in his sleep : "Holy sailor! How Mike Murphy can swear!" Terence P. Reardon came to the foot of the little spiral staircase leading to the turret. 402 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Michael, me lad," he announced, "the internal-com bustion ile ingin is the marine ingin av the future. They re as simple as two an* two is four. Listen, avicl Does she not run like a twenty-four-jewel watch? An this man that invinted thim was a Ger-r-man more power to him! Faith, Fm thinkin if the Ger-r-mans were as great in war as they are in peace twould need more nor the Irish to take the measure av thim!" "Irish?" Mike Murphy answered irritably. "Ter ence, quit your bragging! God knows the Irish are great " "The greatest in the wide, wide wur-rld!" Terence declared, with all the egotism of his race. "Whist, Terry! There s a little old Yankee man aboard ; if you wake him up he ll call you a liar." "The darlin* ould fox !" Terry murmured affection ately, and went back to his engines. CHAPTER LV The entire office force of the Blue Star Navigation Company and the Ricks Lumber and Logging Company had assembled in the general office to greet Cappy Ricks, Mike Murphy and Terence Reardon upon their return from Europe, and to hear at first hand the story of their wanderings and adventures. And when the wondrous tale had been told, and business was once more resumed, Matt Peasley, Mr. Skinner, Mike and Terence convened in Cappy Ricks office for further dis cussion. "We sent that half million dollars to New York to be transferred to the credit of the French Government when the bill of sale for that steamer should be deposited with the bank there," Matt remarked presently. "What kind of a vessel did you buy, Cappy? What are her dimensions ?" "What kind of a ship did I buy?" Cappy piped. "Hum-m-m! A ship is good. I bought four; and believe me! they re no skiffs, either. All of them are big foreign-going steel tramps, with lots of speed and power." "Four for half a million dollars ?" Matt Peasley cried unbelievingly. "They would have cost anybody else a million and a half; but er well, you see, Matt, I had a stand-in with the right people. The four vessels I bought were all prizes of war German merchantmen converted into 403 404 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES commerce raiders, which had slipped through the cor don of British cruisers and got into the North Atlantic, where French cruisers overhauled them and brought them into port. They were all there and up for sale to the highest bidder when we got there with the horses and our captured submarine. "I bid half a million for the lot, which is probably about half of what it cost to build them ; and there was a Frenchman and an Englishman bidding against me. They each had me topped, and the vessels were knocked down to the Frenchman; but when he found I was a competitor that I was Monsieur le Capitaine Ricks that s what they called me, Matt in command of the party that captured a German submarine, intact and without the loss of a single man on either side say, Matt, the stuff was all off! "He and the Englishman went into a conference; and the result was, the Frenchman ran out on his bid and forfeited his ten-per-cent certified check. That left the Englishman the next highest bidder; and he ran out on his bid and left the ships to me ! Then the Englishman shook hands with me and the Frenchman kissed me. I thought the least I could do was to make good to them on the earnest money they had forfeited, and they accepted it. Then the President of France heard about it and came down to Brest to see me; and he kissed me, too, and gave me the Officers Cross of the Legion of Honor. I didn t tell him I was just a private in the ranks. Oh, no! Nothing doing. I was introduced as Monsieur le Capitaine Ricks and that settled it. I was an officer, for all my courtesy title ; and I took the Cross, because I was prouder than Punch to have it. CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 405 "Then the Chamber of Deputies met and voted the Frenchman and the Englishman back their forfeited earnest money ; and they gave me back my checks, and I wrote new ones for the same amount and split the swag fifty-fifty between the two nations for the care of their wounded. Then I gave a dinner aboard the submarine, and President Poincare was present. I presented the submarine, with the compliments of the Blue Star Navigation Company, to the Republic of France, and the President accepted, all hands went out on deck and we cracked a bottle of champagne over that submersible s bows and rechristened her." "What name?" Matt and Skinner chorused. "The Shamrock out of compliment to Mike and Terence." "Fine!" Matt cried. "Then what?" "Nothing, Matt. Our business was finished and I was anxious to get back on the job; so we engaged skippers and crews to bring our four freighters to New York, and came home. "Better step lively, boy, and dig up some business for them ! Mike will give you the data on their tonnage." Matt drew Mike Murphy aside. "Tell me, Mike," he whispered, "did the old man get soused at that dinner aboard the Shamrock?" "Look here, Matt," Murphy answered; "what Mon sieur le Capitaine Ricks does outside of office hours is none of my business or yours, either. And if you don t like that answer help yourself to a new port captain. I m not telling everything I know, Matt." CHAPTER LVI the morning of April 3, 1917, Cappy Ricks came down to his office, spread a newspaper on his desk and carefully cut from it the war address of President Wilson to Congress, made the night before. This clipping the old gentleman folded carefully; he placed it in an envelope, sealed it and wrote across the face of the envelope: "Property of Alden Matthew Peasley." Then he summoned Mr. Skinner, president of the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company. "Skinner, my dear boy," he began, "have you read the President s Message to Congress ?" "I have," replied Skinner. "I guess that President of ours isn t some tabasco, eh? By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, he s just natur ally read Bill Hohenzollern out of the party. Bully for Woodrow!" Mr. Skinner s calm cold features refused to thaw, however, under the heat of his employer s enthusiasm, seeing which Cappy slid out to the edge of his chair and gazed contemplatively at Skinner over the rims of his spectacles. "Hum-m-m !" he said. The very tempo of that throat-clearing should have warned Mr. Skinner that he was treading on thin ice, but with his usual com placence he ignored the storm signal, for his mind was upon private, not public affairs. "I m offered the old barkentine C. D. Bryant for a cargo of redwood to Sydney," he began. "The freight 406 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 407 rate is two hundred and twenty shillings per thousand I feet, but the Bryant is so old and rotten I can t get [any insurance on the cargo if I ship by her. Fm just wondering if " "Harumph-h-h ! Ahem-m-m !" " it s worth while taking a chance to move that foreign order. * "Skinner !" Gappy almost shouted. Mr. Skinner looked at him, startled. "How can you think and talk of old barkentines and non-insurable foreign cargoes at this crisis in our country s history?" the autocrat of the numerous Ricks corporations shrilled furiously. "Dad burn your picture, Skinner, are you human? Don t you ever get a thrill from reading a document like this?" and he tapped the envelope containing the press clipping. "What kind of juice runs in your arteries, anyhow? Red blood or buttermilk? Is your soul so dog-goned dead, crushed under the weight of dollars, that you have failed to realize this document is destined to go down in history side by side with Lincoln s Gettysburg speech? I ll bet you don t know the Gettysburg speech. Bet you never heard of it !" "Oh, nonsense, Mr. Ricks," Skinner retorted suavely. "Pray do not excite yourself. Suppose war does im pend? Is that any reason why I should neglect busi ness?" "Of course it is, you gibbering jackdaw! I feel like setting fire to the building, just to celebrate. Can t you step into my office on a day like this and discuss the country and her affairs for five minutes, just to prove you re an American citizen? Can t you rejoice with me over these lofty, noble sentiments " 408 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Words, words, empty words," warned Mr. Skinner, always a reactionary Republican. "Skinner," said Gappy with deadly calm, "one more disloyal peep out of you and I shall have no alternative save to request your resignation. I think you re a pacifist at heart, anyhow!" "Huh," snorted Skinner. "You ve changed your tune, haven t you? Who trotted up and down Cali fornia Street last fall, soliciting campaign contribu tions for the Republican nominee from the lumber and shipping interests? Wasn t it Alden P. Ricks? Who thought the country was going to wrack and ruin " "That was last fall," Cappy interrupted shrilly. "We live and learn that is, some of us do," he added significantly. "Never mind about my politics last fall; just remember I haven t any this spring. I m an American citizen, and by the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet, some German or Germans will find it out before I m gathered to the bosom of Abraham. I have a right to disapprove of my President if I feel like it, but I ll be shot if I ll let anybody else pick on him." And Cappy shook his head emphatically several times like a squinch-owl. "Oh, I m for him, now that we re committed to this war," Skinner declared in an effort to soothe the old man. "Sure! We re locking the stable door after the horse has been stolen. If we d been for him when the Luditania was sunk instead of being divided in our opinions and swayed in our judgment by a lot of hysterical pacifists and German propagandists we d have been into the war long ago and saved millions of human lives ; we d have had the war won." He sighed. GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 409 "What a prime lot of jackasses we Americans are!" he continued. "We talk of liberty and demand license; we prate of democracy and we re a nation of snobs !" "You wanted to see me about something," Skinner reminded him. "Ah, yes ; I was forgetting. This envelope, Skinner, contains the President s address. Take it and put it in the vault, and when my grandson is twelve years old give that press clipping to his mother and tell her I said she was to read it to the boy and make him learn it by heart. I won t be on hand to do the Americanizing of that youngster myself, and most likely Matt Peasley will be too busy to think much about it, so I m taking no chances. You rile me to beat the band sometimes, Skinner, but I ll say this much in your favor: I have never known you to forget anything." "Thank you, sir." Mr. Skinner took the envelope and departed, and Cappy rang for a stenographer. "Take a telegram, fast day message," he barked: "*His Excellency, The President, White House, Washington, D. C. Dear Mister President: I did not vote for you last fall, but your address of last night makes me ashamed that I did not. I am controlling owner of the Blue Star Navigation Company, operat ing a fleet of fifty vessels of various kinds, twelve of which are foreign-going steam freighters. Am also controlling owner of the Ricks Lumber & Logging Com pany, cutting a million feet of lumber daily. Every thing I control, every dollar I possess, is at the service of my country. God bless you, sir ! Alden P. Ricks. "That sounds sloppy, but it s the way I feel," Cappy declared. "When a man has a big heart-breaking job 410 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES to do and a lot of Philistines are knocking him, may! it helps him to retain his faith in humankind to hai some fellow grow sincerely sloppy and slip a telegraphi< cheer in with the hoots. Besides, if I didn t let oi steam today I d swell up and bust myself all over office " The door opened and Mr. Terence P. Reardoi port engineer of the Blue Star Navigation Company entered. Mr. Reardon s right eye was in deep moi ing and at no very remote period something presi ably a fist had shifted his nose slightly to starboard: indeed, even as he entered Cappy s office a globule oi the rich red Reardon blood trembled in each of tl port engineer s nostrils. His knuckles were slightly skinned and the light of battle blazed in his black eyes. "Terence, my dear, dear fellow," murmured the hoi rifled Cappy, "you look as if you had been fed in! a concrete mixer. Have you been fighting?" "Well, sor," Mr. Reardon replied in his deep Kei brogue, "ye might call it that for lack of somethin mor< expressive. I ve just fired the chief engineer o tl Titticum." "Mr. Denicke? Why, Terry, he s a first-rate ei gineer. I m amazed. He was with us ten years befoi you entered the employ worked up from oiler ; in fad I must have an explanation of your action in this case, Terence." "He called the President a nut. I fired him for that. Then he said the Kaiser was the greatest single foi for civilization that ever was, an wit that I gave him lift under the lug an we wint at it. He s in the Harboi Receivin Hospital this minute, an I m here to tell ye sor, wit all respect, that if ye don t like the way Fve CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 411 threated that Dutchman ye can get yerself a new port ingineer, for I ll quit, an that s somethin I m not wish ful to do." Quite calmly Cappy Ricks pressed the buzzer on his desk. The cashier of the Blue Star Navigation Com pany entered. "Son," said Cappy, "hereafter, when making out Mr. Reardon s pay check, tack onto it twenty-five dollars extra each month. That is all." "Thank you, sor," murmured Mr. Reardon, quite overcome. "Get out !" cried Cappy. "You re a vision of sudden death. Go wash yourself." As Mr. Reardon took his departure Cappy sighed. "If Skinner only had a set of works like that port engineer!" he murmured. "If he only had!" CHAPTER LVII It will be recalled that war with Germany was de clared on Good Friday. Bright and early on Saturday morning Cappy Ricks arrived at his office and imme diately summoned Mr. Skinner. "Skinner, my dear boy," he chirped, " the tumult and the shouting dies/ We re down to brass tacks at last ; and now is time for all good men and true to come to the aid of the party. I m too old to bear arms, and when I was young enough bantam battalions weren t fashionable ; nevertheless, I am enlisting for the war, and I start in this morning to do my part. I won t wear any uniform, but believe me, Skinner, I m the little corporal who s going to mobilize the Blue Star Navigation Company and the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company, together with all and sundry of their subsidiary corporations. I m starting with you, Skinner. Are you figuring on enlisting?" "Certainly not, sir. I m forty-three years old, mar ried " "No excuses necessary, Skinner. Even if you had planned to enlist I would have forbidden the banns. You d make a bird of a paymaster or quartermaster, but as an enlisted man well, the other bad soldier boys would toss you in a blanket. So I ll assign you to a job in civil life. Skinner, what do you know about aeroplanes ?" "Absolutely nothing, except that they fly." 412 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 413 "Then learn something ! Skinner, the ideal wood for aeroplane construction is clear Pacific Coast spruce. I ve been reading up on the subject. Inasmuch as this war must be won in the air, you can imagine the number of aeroplanes the country must turn out in the next eighteen months. Stu-pen-dous, Skinner, simply stu-pen-dous ! Try to visualize the wastage alone in the aeroplanes on the battle fronts ; consider the thou sands of seaplanes that will scour the Atlantic on the lookout for submarines, and then ask yourself, Skin ner, what the devil those overworked army and navy officers in Washington are going to do about laying in a supply of clear Pacific Coast spruce before these pirates of lumbermen get next and boost the price clear out of sight. Skinner, what is clear spruce worth at the Northern mills today?" "About fifty-five dollars per thousand, sir. For years clear spruce never rose in price beyond thirty- five dollars, but purchases by the British Government have shot the price up during the past year." "Exactly! And purchases by the United States Government will shoot the price up to a hundred and fifty dollars a thousand if you and I don t get busy. Now then, Skinner, listen to me ! We have a couple of thousand acres of wonderful spruce timber adjacent to our fir holdings at Port Hadlock, Washington. Wire the mill manager to swamp in a logging railroad to that spruce timber, put in logging camps and con centrate on spruce. The clear stock we ll sell to the Government, and the lower grades will be snapped up by the box factories." Mr. Skinner nodded his comprehension of the order and Cappy continued: "Wire our mill managers at 414 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES Astoria, Oregon and Eureka, California, to log out all the spruce they come across among the fir. As for you, Skinner, accept no more orders for clear spruce from our regular customers, and go easy on accepting orders for any kind of lumber from our Eastern cus tomers. All those car shipments must be made up of kiln-dried stock, and we ll want most of the space in our dry kilns to cook this clear green spruce for Uncle Sam, because he s going to want it in a hurry, and if he can t get it when he wants it why, chaos has come again and all hell s let loose!" "What price do you propose charging the Govern ment for this clear spruce?" the cautious Skinner queried. He owned a little stock in the Ricks Lumber & Logging Company and already he had a vision of an extra dividend. "Absolute cost plus ten per cent," replied Gappy promptly. "No excess profits at the expense of the country at war, Skinner." He gazed upon Skinner contemplatively for several seconds. "And mind you don t figure the cost too liberally," he warned him. "Very well, sir. Is that all?" "Not by a jugful! You scatter round the market and buy up every stick of clear two-inch spruce sawed and on hand at the Northern mills. Buy at the market, but do not hesitate to go five dollars over the market if necessary to get the stock. Then place orders for all the clear spruce the mills can cut and deliver within the next six months, and we ll have the market hog tied. "Got to do it, Skinner. I tell you there isn t a whole lot of difference between a lumberman and a manufac- CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 415 turer or a food speculator. When he gets the public foul, doesn t the public pay through the nose? Haven t we been doing it ourselves in the matter of ship freights ? But we must reform, Skinner, we must reform and get down to a cooperative basis, no matter how great the agony. On this spruce deal alone, for instance, we ll save the Government a couple of million dollars. See if we don t." "We re entitled to a liberal profit," Mr. Skinner pro tested. "If " "No if s, buts or ands ! Obey orders ! About the time we have the market on clear spruce well cornered the lumbermen s boys will be in the army and the lum bermen themselves will have begun to realize that they must sacrifice something for their country. And once we re sane we ll be able to work hand in glove with the Government. The United States of America has been money-mad for a long time, Skinner, but this war is going to spiritualize us and show us that there s a lot more in life than dollar-chasing. Hop to your job, P. D. Q., Skinner, my boy ; and as you pass out send Captain Matt Peasley in to me." Matt Peasley came smilingly into his father-in-law s office. "Well, Cappy," he hailed the old gentleman, "I understand you ve come out of your retirement." "You re damned whistling, I have!" Cappy rejoined. "Something doing, boy, something for everybody! Have they told you about it in the general office?" "Told me about what?" "About the President asking me if I would cooperate with him to the extent of serving as the Pacific Coast member of the Shipping Board? I guess that isn t some honor, eh? How the devil he ever dug up an old 416 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES fossil like me is a mystery. I wired him, advising that he appoint a younger man, but he replied that he knew I was the livest shipping man in the country and an American through and through. So, of course, Matt, I have accepted. * "Your forty odd years experience will be of inestim able value to the country in this emergency," Matt de clared heartily. "I m proud of you." "Thank you, son. Now then, Matt, to business ! The Government s going to need every one of our ships that can run foreign." Matt nodded. "Very well, then," Gappy continued ; "as fast as their present char ters lapse, decline to recharter except for single trips. We must go on a war basis and be prepared to turn our ships over to the Government on short notice. I ll be too busy to keep my eye on the details of the Blue Star s transactions with the Government, so I ll give you a straight tip now I want no gouging. Remember that, Matthew, my son." CHAPTER LVIII The following day Gappy had a call from Sam Daniels. "Hello, Sam," Gappy greeted his lanky ranch man ager. "What brings you up to town? Not that I m not glad to see you, for I was on the point of writing you on some matters that had occurred to me." "I ve come up to resign my job," Daniels declared humbly. "Resign the best job you ve ever had, Sam!" Gappy was amazed. "To resign the best job I ever will have, Mr. Ricks." Mr. Daniels hitched his chair close to his employer s desk. "Boss," he said, "I m awful sorry, but I m goin soldiering." Gappy Ricks sprang to his feet with an oath. "You re not!" he shouted. "I won t hear of it. You re too valuable a man to go into the army and get yourself killed particularly since you can do your share at home. Why, I was just going to write you and give you your orders for patriotic duty. You go back to the ranch, Sam, and get busy. Plant spuds, wheat, oats, barley, corn plant all you can of it. Raise hei fers, sheep, hogs, cows, bulls, calves, turkeys every thing that can be eaten. Raise horses and in parti cular, raise mules." "I d rather raise hell with a bunch of Germans," Sam Daniels declared feelingly. 417 418 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Your job is to help produce cereals and cannec beef for the hell-raisers," Gappy declared. "The army will want horses for the artillery and mules for the transport. Why, this war may last for years. Sam you infernal scoundrel, you get back on the farm You re forty-five years old and you ve been shot anc whittled enough in your day to last you the remainder of your natural life. Let the young fellows do the fight ing abroad, while you and I and the other hasbeens do it at home." "I d a heap rather lay off in the brush somewheres an snipe Germans," Mr. Daniels pleaded. "On the level boss, if they ll give me a Springfield rifle with telescopi( sights I ll guarantee to sicken anythin I get a fair sigh on at a thousand yards." "In-fer-nal scoundrel! How dare you argue with me ! You get back on your job !" "Boss, I m going into the army," Daniels announcec sadly, but nevertheless firmly. "I m givin you a month s notice so you can get a man to take my place. Gappy surrendered. "All right, Sam. If you sur vive, your job will be waiting for you when you get back. However, you needn t give me any notice. I l have another man in charge of the ranch to-morrow, and you can enlist today." "And you re not sore at me, Mr. Ricks?" "Sam, I m proud of you. Wish I were young enough to go it with you. Are you in a hurry to get to France?" "Certainly am." "Then join the marines. They always go first. Good-bye, Sam. Good luck to you and God bless you Draw your wages as you go out and tell the cashier GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 419 I said to give you an extra month s wages for tobacco money. " Mr. Daniels withdrew, visibly filled with emotion. Ten minutes later Cappy Ricks, watching at his office window, saw Mr. Daniels cross the street and enter the marines recruiting office. Immediately Cappy called that recruiting office on the telephone and asked for the doctor. "Look here, doctor!" he said. "In a few minutes a lanky, battle scarred rancher is coming in to be ex amined. I don t want him to enlist. He s my ranch manager and worth more to the country in his job than at the Front. You turn him down physically, doc tor, and I ll guarantee to send you five fine recruits instead of that old fossil. His name is Sam Daniels, and I m Alden P. Ricks, of the Blue Star Navigation Company, across the street." "We need an automobile to send our recruiting ser geant out through the state," the wary medico replied. "Now, if you could loan us one " "I ll have my own car and chauffeur over in half an hour, and you keep him as long as you need him," Cappy piped. "Only tell Sam Daniels he s faltering on the brink of the grave and send him back to me." An hour later Mr. Daniels slouched into Cappy Ricks office. "Well, Private Daniels," the old man saluted him, "you look downcast. Has something slipped?" "I should say it has. The doc over to the recruitm* office says I got a heart murmur from smoking cigar ettes, which it s a cinch the excitement o battle brings on death from heart failure, an then folks would say I died o fright." 420 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "He s crazy Sam ! Tell him to go chase himself." "I guess he s right, Mr. Ricks. He most cried to let me go, an was for waivin the heart murmur, but it seems I got a floatin kidney, an flat feet. Gosh, I never knew I had flat feet, but then I ve rid horses all my life an ain t never hiked none to speak of." He was silent several minutes, studying the pattern of the office carpet. Presently he looked up. "Is my successor at the ranch already appointed?" he queried. "Go back to the fields and the kind-faced cows, Samuel," quoth Cappy gently. "Hurry, or you ll miss the train." Sam Daniels fled, and hard on his heels came Mrs. Michael J. Murphy, nee Miss Keenan. It will be re called that prior to her happy alliance with Michael J. Murphy, Mrs. Murphy had been Cappy Ricks fav orite stenographer. He received her cordially. "Now then, what s gone wrong, my dear?" he de manded. "Have you and Mike been making a hash of your married life that you should come in here on the verge of tears?" Mrs. Murphy blinked away a tear or two and sat down. "Some of the boys in the office will be enlisting, Mr. Ricks," she faltered. "I wonder if there might be a vacancy for me if I might not have my old po sition back?" Cappy Ricks was genuinely concerned. "Why, Mike won t let you earn your living," he declared. "Why do you make such an extraordinary request?" "For Mike s sake, Mr. Ricks. Of late he has been very nervous and distrait; scarcely touches his meals, and thinks, talks and dreams of war. Last night he GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 421 dreamed he was back in the navy and shouted out an order that woke him up." "Come to think of it, I believe Mike did spend several years in the navy prior to going into mercantile marine," Cappy observed. "So he has the war fever again, eh? Wants to go back?" "Ever since he received a letter from the Navy League. They re searching out all the old navy men gun pointers particularly and asking them to come back to help train the young fellows just coming into the service. Mike was a gun pointer " "Well, what in thunder is he hesitating for?" Cappy piped wrathfully. "About me. Mike s married to me, you know, and he worries about what will happen to me if he should be killed. He knows I ll be broken-hearted if he enlists he s afraid I ll not let him go. But if I got my job back and was self-supporting, Mike s conscience would be- " "Do you want him to go?" "No, Mr. Ricks, but he must go. I do not want to make a coward or a slacker out of Mike. I ve got to do my part, you know." "My dear," said Cappy feelingly, "you re a noble woman. Go back and attend to your little home; Mike may go whenever he s ready and his salary with the Blue Star will go on while he is in the navy; his job will be waiting for him when he comes back. Good old Mike! How dreadful a crime to hobble that Irish man with a first-class fight in sight." When Mrs. Mike had left the office Cappy stiffened out suddenly in his chair, clenched his fists and closed his eyes, as if in pain. And presently between the 422 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES wrinkled old lids two tears crept forth. Poor Cappy ! He was finding it very, very hard to be old and little and out of the fight, for in every war in which the United States had engaged representatives of the tribe of .Ricks had gladly offered their bodies for the su preme sacrifice, and as Cappy s active mind ran down the long and bloody list his heart swelled with anguish in the knowledge that he was doomed to play an in glorious part in the war with Germany. Mr. Skinner coming in with a letter to Cappy, observed the old man s emotion and asked him if he was ill. "Yes, Skinner, I am," he replied. "I m sick at heart. God has given me everything I ever wanted except six big strapping sons. Just think, Skinner, what a glorious honor would be mine if I had six fine boys to give to my country." His old lips trembled. "And you could bank on the Ricks boys," he added. "My boys would never wait to be drafted. No, sir-ree! When they heard the call they d answer, like their ancestors. "Skinner, what has come over our boys of this gener ation? Why don t they volunteer? Why does the President have to beg for men? Has the soul of the idealist been corroded by a life of ease? Did the spirit of adventure die with our forefathers ? Is it any harder to die just because war has become more terrible more deadly? Oh, Skinner, Skinner! To be young and tall and strong and whirled in the cycle of vast events to play a man s part in a glorious undertaking to feel that I have enriched the world with my efforts, however humble, or with my body revitalized the soil made fallow by a ravishing monster. I feel, Skinner I feel so much and can do so little." Nevertheless, he did do something that very after- CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 423 noon. One after the other he examined all the young men in his employ, discovered which of them could afford the luxury of enlisting and then asked them bluntly whether they were going to enlist. Three of them said they were, and Gappy promised each of them a month s salary the day he should report to him in uniform. Nine others appeared to be uncertain of their duty, so Cappy fired them all, to the great distress of Mr. Skinner and Matt Peasley. Cappy, however, turned a deaf ear to their remonstrances. "A man who won t fight for his country is no good," he declared; "and I won t keep a no-good son of a slacker on my pay roll. Get married men or men who have been rejected for military service to take the places of these bums who haven t courage enough even to try to enlist." CHAPTER LIX The campaign for the Liberty bonds brought Cappy an appointment from the mayor as captain of a corps of volunteer bond salesmen to work the wholesale lumber and shipping trade, and for three weeks the old gentle man was as busy as the proverbial one-armed paper hanger with the itch. He was obsessed with a fear that the bond issue would be under-subscribed by about a billion and a half and result in the United States of America being accorded a hearty Teutonic horse laugh. Consequently he made five separate subscrip tions on his own account, and just before the lists closed on the last day he was again overcome with ap prehension and subscribed for an additional ten thou sand dollars worth for his grandson! When the re sult of the Liberty-bond campaign was made known he almost wept with joy and gave a wonderful dinner to his corps of salesmen, after which he went down to his ranch to rest for a week and see what Sam Daniels was up to. The morning he returned to town, prepared to leap, heart and soul into the hundred-million-dollar Red Cross drive, he had a visit from his port captain, Michael J. Murphy. "Well, sir," Murphy anounced, "Fve cleaned up alt the little details in my department, your new port captain is on the job, and I m about to go over to the naval training station on Goat Island and hold up my 424 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 425 hand again. But before I go, sir, I want to express to you something of what I feel for what you ve done for me and mine." "Tut, tut. Not another peep out of you, sir !" Gap py commanded. To be thanked for anything always made him feel uncomfortable. "What branch of the service do you hope to get into, Mike?" "I want to get aboard a destroyer, sir, though they re the divil an all to live aboard. They offer the best chance for action. Patrolling the submarine zone, you know." "Gosh," Gappy groaned; "everybody s got the sub marines on the brain, and I m tagging along with the rest. Mike, I swear I can t sleep nights, thinking of this war. It breaks my heart to realize I m out of it. And because I m a shipping man, naturally my fool brain runs to submarines and how to control them. Mike, I have a great yearning to sink a submarine; the screams of those scoundrels aboard her would be music to my ears." "It s a serious problem," Murphy declared soberly; "but I m hoping our Yankee ingenuity will solve it." "Well, we haven t done it to date, and in the mean time all the nut inventors in the world are sending their nut ideas in to the National Council of Defense. Of course I have a bright idea too. I m a great hand at hatching cute schemes, you know. However, I differ from the average submarine nut in this that I want to try out my theory in practice before submitting it to an expectant world. Still, I d need you to help me; and now that you re going into the navy I suppose I ll have to forget it." "I seem to remember a scheme of yours that resulted 426 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES in the capture of a submarine last year," Murphy re minded the old man. "That was a bully scheme, and I m willing to wager that the head which produced it can produce another just as good. Tell me your plan for eliminating submarines, Mr. Ricks." "My scheme doesn t contemplate a continuous per formance," Cappy hastened to explain, "but it might work out once or twice and in this great international emergency anything is worth trying once. I could demonstrate my theory in about two months with your help." "Then," declared Michael J. Murphy, "I ll wait until you give the demonstration before enlisting in the navy." "Bully for you, Mike! I ll declare Terry Reardon in on the experiment also, for the reason that one of the ingredients required is a chief engineer with courage to spare. Now then, for my scheme: Do you know the Costa Rica?" "That old steamer that used to run to Panama for the Pacific Mail?" "The same." "What about her?" "She s in the bone yard laid up for keeps, Mike. Her plates are so thin and soft the least jar would punch a hole in her; she s wrecked and strained from fifty years of service; her engines are worn out, her boilers are burned out, her gear is antiquated, and even in these times of abnormal freight rates she s too far gone to patch up and keep running. They kicked her up in the mud of Oakland Inner Harbor yesterday, and there she ll be stripped of everything of value and left to rot. My plan, Mike, is to buy the old Costa CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 427 Rica for a couple of thousand dollars, turn Terence Reardon and his gang loose on her engines and boilers for a couple of weeks and take the old coffin out for one final voyage. She can make eight or nine knots in good weather, and if she s torpedoed the loss will be trifling. Will you run the risk and take her out for me, Mike?" "Yes, sir. What for?" "As a decoy." "I don t understand." "We ll put a hand-picked crew aboard her, Mike; we ll arm her fore and aft with six-inch guns, which we can readily get from the navy now that it s the fashion to arm merchantmen; and then go cruising in the submarine zone. You can pick up a few old navy men for a gun crew and train some of the Costa Rica s crew, can t you?" "If we can get somebody to give me the range and manage to get the gun loaded somehow, I ll do the gun pointing; with half a chance I ll guarantee results." "And that is exactly what I plan to give you half a chance," Gappy declared enthusiastically. "The Costa Rica isn t worth two hoots in a hollow, but she still looks enough like a steamer to attract submarines ; and during this fine summer weather we can chance a final voyage with the old wreck." "Where do you get this we stuff, Mr. Ricks?" Mike Murphy queried bluntly. "You re not figuring on going to sea in that coffin, are you?" "I most certainly am so figuring. I take my fun where I find it, Mike, and if I m to plan and pay for this experiment then, by gravy, I m going to be on 428 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES deck to watch it work out if it s the last act of my sinful career." "But if they fire on us you may be killed." "We ll be firm back at em, won t we? And if Pm killed in action, won t that be a fitting finish for a Ricks?" "We may be afloat in an open boat for a week. I don t want you to die of exposure, sir." "Forget it, Mike ! I ve been charged off to profit and loss for so many years it makes me ill to think of them. And you remember, my dear Mike, " To every man upon this earth Death cometh soon or late; And how can man die better Than facing fearful odds For the ashes of his fathers And the temples of his gods? Don t argue with me, Mike. My mind is quite made up. I m going into action in this war, for, as I said before, I ll try anything once particularly when it isn t very expensive and I can afford the luxury. We re going to buy the Costa Rica, take her into the submarine zone and lose her, but, by the Holy Pink- Toed Prophet, we ll take a submarine with us !" "Not if the German sees us first." Gappy leaned forward and laid his index finger im pressively on Michael J. Murphy s, knee. "That s the only way we can hope to win," he declared. "We must make certain the submarine sees us first. Mike, a German is a rabid disciple of law and order; anything out of the usual run of things upsets him terribly; he never makes allowance for the unexpected or for CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 429 the other fellow s point of view. To be more exact, Mike, I figure that German psychology is the only kind of psychology a German can understand. And to tell you the truth, Mike," he added musingly, "there are blamed few people who can understand mine." Michael J. Murphy nodded a rigorous indorsement to this last remark, and Cappy went on : "Do you think any proud and arrogant skipper of a German sub marine would ever suspect an American citizen of such a harebrained scheme as the sending out of a rusty, creaking old rattletrap of a steamer that can t get out of her own way, for the avowed purpose of destroy ing him and his sub? No sir! His microphones will tell him, while he is still totally submerged, that his approaching prey is a slow poke and cannot possibly outrun him; then he ll come up, take a look and clinch his conclusions after which he will attack." "True for you sir. He ll launch his torpedo and dive before I can get a shot at him or correct my range to hit him; then the torpedo will hit us and we ll go up like a shower of mush probably with half a dozen men killed and nothing accomplished in the way of a return swat." "That was the program a few months ago," Cappy retorted triumphantly. "Have you noticed, however, that since merchantmen have been armed the submarines are more and more prone, when attack ing in daylight, to pursue a steamer at a reasonable distance and rake her with shell fire? If a vessel is fired on and her skipper, looking back, notes the posi tion of the submarine and realizes that he cannot pos sibly outrun her and that she outranges him, what does he do, Mike?" 430 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "He does the sensible thing. Heaves to to avoid loss of life, gets his men into the boats and abandons his ship to the Hun." "Precisely ! And if the Hun thinks he is not likely to be disturbed for a couple of hours, what does he do?" "Why," said Murphy, "he comes aboard, removes all the stores he can particularly engine oil and strips the vessel of all her brass, copper and bronze fittings. These metals are very scarce in Germany and they need all they can get in the manufacture of munitions." "Correct ! And we must bear in mind, Mike, the fact that a German is naturally thrifty; if he can sink a ship with shell fire or bombs set in her bilges he will not waste on her a torpedo that costs from ten to twenty thousand dollars. Now, will he?" "Well, I wouldn t, Mr. Ricks." "Then my plan is absurdly simple. We merely pro vide a gorgeous opportunity for the enemy; we incul cate in him the idea that he is about to pick a soft one then : Alas, poor Yorick !" Michael J. Murphy rose and put on his hat. "Where are you going, Mike?" Cappy demanded. "I m going up to the navy yard at Mare Island," the port captain declared, "to see if I cannot pick up a couple of six-inch rifles of the model they used when I was in the navy. They re obsolete now, but I under stand them and while I m getting the guns I ll pick up four or five old navy men. Leave it to me, Mr. Ricks." "We ll give em hell !" shouted Cappy. "We will!" quoth Michael J. Murphy with convic tion. CHAPTER LX Two weeks later the old Costa Rica, looking some what youthful in a new coat of black paint and with a huge American flag painted on each topside, slipped quietly out of San Francisco in ballast and for the last time turned her nose toward Panama. In the brief period given him in which to overhaul her interior, Terence P. Reardon had accomplished wonders, and an hour after Mike Murphy had taken his bearings from Point San Pedro and laid out his course the chief came into the chart room to announce that the old girl was doing eight knots and, barring unexpected bad weather, would continue to do it without falling to pieces. "If I could have spint two thousand dollars more on her," Terence declared, "I believe I could get another knot out av her. Time was whin she could do sixteen." Gappy Ricks, enjoying his afternoon cigar in the snug chart room, snorted vigorously. "I don t very often take a notion to throw my money into the sea, Terence," he reminded his port engineer, "but when I do get that reckless I limit myself to twenty thousand dollars, and that, in round figures, is what this old ruin will stand me about the time the torpedo blows you up on top of the fiddle. However, that is a trifling investment if we succeed in destroying a late- type German submarine with a couple of hundred thou sand dollars worth of torpedoes aboard. As a sport- 431 432 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES ing proposition it s somewhat more expensive than golf, but the excitement makes up for the added cost." "The old box is alive with rats and bedbugs," Mur phy complained. "If they annoy you, Mike, my boy, comfort your self with the thought that they re all going to be drowned," Gappy replied gayly. Slowly the old packet wallowed down the coast, the while her crew, under Mike Murphy s supervision, built gun platforms fore and aft. Following their com pletion, the two six-inch guns Gappy had succeeded in getting from the navy were lifted out of the hold with the aid of the cargo winch and placed in position, one forward and the other aft. Thereupon the mate took charge of the Costa Rica, while Mike Murphy drilled his crew in range finding and celerity in load ing the piece. Pointing the gun was entirely up to Murphy and, needless to state, the task was in capa ble hands, as was frequently demonstrated during tar get practice as they loafed down the coast. Upon arrival at Panama the Costa Rica s bunkers were replenished and an extra supply of sacked coal was piled on deck, for with her patched-up boilers the old steamer was a hog on fuel. Then the mechanics and carpenters and all men not vitally needed aboard for the remainder of the voyage were put ashore and fur nished with transportation back to San Francisco by the regular Pacific Mail liner. Next, the name on the bows of the Costa Rica was painted out, the name boards at each end of her bridge removed and the raised-letter record of her identity and home port chipped off her stern; following which Gappy Ricks, Terence P. Reardon and Michael J. Murphy commended GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 433 their souls to their Creator, and the Costa Rica slipped leisurely through the ditch and out into the Caribbean Sea. Fourteen days later Mike Murphy dropped round to Cappy Ricks* cabin. "We re in the danger zone, sir," he announced. "And from now on we re liable to meet one of the larger type of U-boats that operate a couple of thousand miles from the base at Zeebrugge." "Very well," Cappy replied calmly. "Whether tor pedoed or shelled, your instructions are the same. Forbid the wireless operator to send out a call for help, heave to immediately and get the men into the boats and away from the ship. Terry Reardon will remain on duty in the engine room, provided it isn t wrecked by a torpedo and the engine room crew killed; you and your gun crew will remain aboard and hide in the forecastle if it s action front, and in the auxiliary steering-gear house if it s action rear. I will relieve the quartermaster, take charge of the wheel and direct the action. If I see that there isn t going to be any action we ll put on life preservers, jump overboard and be picked up by our men in the boats. However, some thing tells me, Mike, that we re going to have a crack at " At that very instant something rapped the Costa Rica terrifically on the starboard side amidships and tore through her with a grinding, wrenching noise, followed by an explosion. "There s the crack you were speaking of, sir," Mur phy yelled and started for the door. Cappy Ricks grasped him frantically by the arm. "Was that a shell or a torpedo?" he cried. His voice, thin and shrill with age, quavered now with excitement. 434 GAPPY RICKS RETIRES "It was a shell," Murphy answered. "Went through the second cabin." "Then that German belongs to Alden P. Ricks," Cappy declared, and scurried for the pilot house. "Out and into life-boats !" he ordered the quarter master, and shoved him away from the wheel. "Set her over to slow speed ahead," he called to the mate, who was standing stupidly, gazing at the white puffs of smoke that marked the position of the submarine two miles off the starboard bow. The mate came to life, jammed over the handle of the marine telegraph and, obeying an order bellowed to him by Mike Murphy from the main deck, abandoned the bridge for the boat deck, there to superintend the task of getting the men away from the ship. His first thrill of excitement having subsided, Cappy carefully drew the little half curtains on the pilot-house window, leaving a small slit through which he could observe the submarine without being observed himself, for it was no part of his plan to disclose to the enemy the fact that the ship was not entirely deserted and that the submarine commander should jump to the conclusion that she was deserted by all hands was precisely the condition that Cappy desired to bring about. Down in the engine room the indomitable Terence Reardon, with one hand on the throttle and one eye on the steam gauge, put the Costa Rica under a dead- slow bell; she seemed scarcely to move, yet she had sufficient steerage way to enable Cappy to keep her pointed in the general direction of the submarine, the commander of which, seeing the crew of the Costa Rica scurrying for the boats, contented himself with GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 435 sending jover half a dozen shells for the purpose of hurrying them along; then he ceased firing, and when (the boats pulled out from the ship in tow of a motor lifeboat and his powerful glasses showed neither guns ; nor sign of life upon the Costa Rica s decks, he did exactly what Gappy Ricks figured he would do. He circled warily round his prize, but the absence of frantic wireless calls for help lulled his suspicions, <and presently he bore down upon her, hove to two cable lengths abreast the wallowing hulk and watched her fully five minutes for a possible trap, for the absence of any name puzzled him. His suspicions sub sided at length, however, the hatch in her turtle deck slid back and men appeared, dragging up a small collapsible boat. Slowly, slowly so gradually that it seemed the old Vessel was merely drifting, Gappy brought the Costa Rica round until her bow pointed toward the submarine. Mike Murphy, standing just inside the forecastle door, kept his glance on the slit in the curtains on the pilot house window and presently Gappy motioned violent ly to him. "To the gun!" ordered the captain. Followed by his gun crew he dashed out of the forecastle and up the companion ladder to the forecastle head. A jerk at a lever connecting a cunningly constructed set of con trols, and the false topsides on the forecastle head flopped to the d^ck, revealing Mike Murphy s six-inch gun. Gappy saw him deflect the gun while another man traversed it ; for five seconds his eyes pressed the sight, and when the gun remained motionless Cappy knew that the hull of the submarine was loom- 436 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES ing fairly on the intersection of the cross wires in the sight. The range was point-blank! Quick as were Murphy and his crew, however, the gun crew of the submarine was quicker. Before the Costa Rica s gun was properly laid, a shell from the submarine flew a foot over the heads of the Murphy- ites and burst fifty yards beyond the ship. "Ah, missed!" breathed Michael J. and raised his hand. The gunner released the firing pin and the six-inch projectile with which the gun had been loaded for two days crashed into the submarine at her water line. A terrific explosion followed the shot. Gappy Ricks, gazing popeyed with horror, saw the submarine dis integrate and disappear in a huge water-spout; when the water settled only a vast and widening smear of heavy fuel oil showed where she had been. From the forecastle head Michael Murphy yelled to Cappy Ricks. "Well, are you satisfied, sir?" On his part, Cappy, jubilant, even in the instant when he knew thirty new faces were already whining round the devil, dashed out on the bridge, seized the whistle cord and swung on it. A sad, nautical sob from the Costa Rica s siren answered him, and ten seconds later Ter ence Reardon whistled up the bridge. Cappy let go the whistle cord and took up the speaking tube* "Hello," he piped. "What the divil do ye mean be blowin* that whistle?" roared Terence, thinking he was addressing the mate. "Wit me alone in the engine room how d ye expect me to keep shteam up on this ould hooker wit you blowin it off in the whistle ! Take shame to yourself !" "Mike sunk the submarine! Mike sunk the sub marine!" Cappy shrilled over and over again. "Come CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 437 up, Terence, and see the oil. See the oil, Terence, see ; the oil! Mike sunk the submarine, Mike sunk it. Bully if or Mike! Oh, bully! Bully! Bully! Mike sunk it, ,but I schemed it. Come up, Terence, I m going to faint." And then, with shrill yips of delirious delight he slid .down the companion to the main deck, to be gathered .-in Michael J. Murphy s arms and hugged and passed tio the gun crew, who hoisted him to their shoulders and paraded joyously and blasphemously round the deck. "I told you he wouldn t use a torpedo if he could do the trick with shells," Cappy shouted. "I told you he d board us if we didn t wireless for help. Ha, ha, ha ! Te-hee !" And he burst into shrill cachinna- tions. "I out-thought the scoundrel goin r to get a patent on my idea turn it over to the Government oh, Mike ! Oh, Terence ! Get the steward back aboard. We must have some liquor. They used to serve grog in the old navy after a victory, didn t they ? Yi-yi-yi !" Terence P. Reardon came up and proffered his greasy paw, the while his quizzical glance swept the oily sea. "Well, sor," he remarked philosophicairy, "what wit bein a Christian I m a little bit sorry the Dutchman lost, but back av that again I m a little bit glad we won. Michael, do you get those blackguards o mine down below as quick as ye can, or we ll be all day gettin shteam up agin in this ould brute av a ship." CHAPTER LXI Two days passed uneventfully; then shortly before sunset on the third day the look-out reported a peri scope about a thousand yards distant and three points off the port bow. Cappy Ricks old knees promptly commenced to knock together with excitement. "Here s where Terence gets that torpedo if he doesn t come up out of the engine room," Mike Murphy re marked laconically, and promptly whistled Terence on the engine room speaking tube. "Come up or be blown up," he yelled. "Divil a fear ! We re comin ," Terence replied. The chief and his crew had just reached the deck when the black shining turtleback of the submarine broke water. "They have to come to the surface to discharge a torpedo," Murphy explained to Cappy Ricks. "Great Godfrey ! Here it comes !" shrilled Cappy, and watched, fascinated, the wake of the torpedo as it raced toward them. Just as Terence Reardon and his engine crew came panting up on the bridge, the old Costa Rica walked into it. "Me ingine room! I knew it !" cried Terence. Then the explosion came. From where he lay on his back, half stunned, Cappy Ricks saw water and wreckage fly high in the air. The.- Costa Rica shivered. So did Cappy. Then the debris | descended, and Cappy, choked with salt water, dimly:) realized that Terence Reardon had him in his arms| 438 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES 439 jkand was carrying him down to the boat deck, where ((the motor lifeboat swung wide in the davits. "Here, take the boss from me," Terence commanded, jiand passed Cappy to a negro fireman, who carried the old man forward and laid him on a pile of blankets, previously placed there for just such an emergency. Then the lifeboat commenced to drop away from the towering black topside and Cappy was aware of Michael J. Murphy s face white, anxious, terrified gazing down at him from the ship s rail. "I m just suffering from the shock," Cappy called. "Mike, you tend to business. Remember what I told i you and tell the crew to keep their mouths shut. He ll do the natural thing and walk into your hand." Murphy, reassured, waved his hand, and with his gun crew fled aft to the little house that protected the auxiliary steering gear from the weather, where they concealed themselves. In the meantime the other life boats had been lowered away; the painter from the I third boat was passed to the second, which in turn passed its painter to the motor boat, and the ship s company hauled clear of the shattered, sinking ship. The Costa Rica was going down by the head, and Cappy, curious as any human being, sat up to watch his decoy disappear. The submarine steamed up to them. "What vessel is that?" her commander shouted from the conning tower in excellent English. "The American steamer Soak-it -to- 9 em, of Rotten Row," Cappy Ricks replied, "carrying a cargo of post holes. She has three decks and no bottom." "How do you spell the name?" the German bawled. 440 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES "Can t hear you," Cappy fibbed. Then, sotto voce, to Mr. Reardon: "Kick her ahead, Terry." "How do you spell the name?" the submarine captain repeated. Cappy jibbered something unintelligible, and Mr. Reardon added to the puzzle by bellowing the infor mation that the p was silent, as in pneumonia. All this time the motor boat was putting distance between itself and the submarine, and the disgusted German, as a last resort, steamed away and circled round the rapidly lifting stern of the doomed Costa Rica, con fident that there he would find the record of her iden tity and home port information which, in his me thodical German way, he desired to include in his official report to the Admiralty. And while he ratched slowly past, striving to find with his binoculars that which was not, Michael J. Murphy and his bully boys came aft with a rush, tore aside the tarpaulin that screened the stern gun and expeditiously opened fire. To Cappy Ricks horror Murphy s first shot was a clean miss, and instantly the big sub started to sub merge with a hoarse sucking sound that brought de spair to Cappy Ricks heart. She was halfway under before Murphy s gun was reloaded, but quite calmly the gun was traversed and deflected until the black stern flashed across the intersection of the wires in the sight; then Murphy s hand dropped and the gun roared. "That ll do nicely, lads," he told his crew. "Tore the stern off her that time; and from this dive she ll not come up. Cappy Ricks was right. He banked on human nature, and if curiosity isn t a human trait then I m a Chinaman. Overboard with you, and away GAPPY RICKS RETIRES 441 Before the old wirl goes under or we ll be sucked down n the vortex." And overboard they went, to be picked up five min- ites later by Terence and Cappy in the motor lifeboat. You were right, Mr. Ricks," cried Murphy as he scrambled into the boat. "Curiosity killed the cat !" "Yes, and it s blamed near killed me," Cappy de clared feebly. "Some of that debris came down and lit me a slap on the dome - Jerusalem! There goes ny decoy peace to her bones !" The Costa Rica dove to the Port of Missing Ships. Michael J. Murphy, however, did not turn to see her disappear ; he was gazing, instead, at a thin red trickle that came from under Cappy s cap band and was irunning down his wizened neck. "Mr. Ricks," he said anxiously, "you re wounded." Cappy rubbed the sore spot, and when he withdrew tibis fingers they were bloody. "By the Holy Pink-Toed Prophet !" he gasped won- Heringly. "You re right, Mike. I ve been wounded in faction with the enemies of my country! So help me, Mike. I ve actually lived to shed my blood for the |Stars and Stripes, like any other Ricks." He gazed wonderingly at Mike Murphy. "Now I can die happy," he murmured. "I ve done my bit." "Yes, begorra," rumbled Terence P. Reardon, "an if [I have my way about it ye re honorably discharged [from the service this minute, Misther Ricks. I ll gallivant no more wit you in ye re ould breadbaskets lav shteamers. Tis highly dangerous an no business f or a man of family." Mike Murphy grinned at his colleague. "For all | that, Terence," he declared, "you must admit that Mr. 442 CAPPY RICKS RETIRES Ricks* scheme for destroying submarines is the only practical one yet devised." "Thrue for ye, Michael. But shtill, like all fine invintions, the idjea has its dhrawbacks. Now if we could only be sure av a continyous supply av ould ships for use as decoys " "I see a smudge of smoke," cried Gappy Ricks. Mike Murphy followed the old man s pointing finger. "There s only one kind of boat makes a smudge like that," he declared; "and it s a destroyer. Safe and well out of a glorious adventure. Faith, we re the lucky devils ; and by this and by that, I ll enlist aboard that destroyer, now that I m here on the job." "Do an good luck to you!" murmured Terence. "Amen," said Cappy Ricks, and fingered his trifling but honorable wound. "Gosh!" he murmured. "If Skinner could only know a thrill like this !" THE END. 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