"I'll just wait until you drift into the breakers, and then
you'll do business with me, never fear."
"G'wan!" snorted Murphy. "How's Cappy Ricks, the old villain?"
"He's fine, Mike. He wanted me to work for him, but I don't like his
general manager--Mr. Olson, full speed ahead or you'll smash our stern
against this barkentine. Steady! That's better. Astern a trifle.
Steady! Mike, how've you been since I saw you last?"
CHAPTER XXXV
A DIRTY YANKEE TRICK
"Skinner," said Cappy Ricks, "I was called out of my bed at five
o'clock this morning by the night operator at the Merchants' Exchange.
He told me our Retriever was in the breakers just south of Point
Reyes, but that a tug was standing by. What have you heard since?"
"She drifted in there in a calm last night, sir," Mr. Skinner replied.
"Fortunately the Point Reyes lookout had reported her early yesterday
evening, and one of the Red Stack tugs--the Sea Fox--took a chance and
went out seeking. Lucky thing for us--"
"The tug hauled her off then?"
"Got a line aboard just in time. I had a telephone message from
Captain Murphy at Meiggs Wharf ten minutes ago. The Retriever is
anchored in the fairway."
"What tug did you say it was?" Cappy queried.
"The Sea Fox."
"That's Matt Peasley's command," Cappy mused.
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