"I dunno but what there's reason in what you say," Mr. Gibney agreed. "Well, turn in, Scraggsy, but the minute we hit the dock you run up town and fix things up with Bart." And without further ado he set the alarm clock for seven o'clock, kicked off his shoes, and climbed into his berth with his clothes on. CHAPTER VIII The crews of the _Aphrodite_ and the _Bodega_ slept late also, for they were weary, and fortunately, no calls for a tug came into the office of the Red Stack Company all morning. About ten o'clock Dan Hicks and Jack Flaherty breakfasted and about ten thirty both met in the office. Apparently they were two souls with but a single thought, for the right hand of each sought the shelf whereon reposed the blue volume entitled "Lloyd's Register." Dan Hicks reached it first, carried it to the counter, wet his tarry index finger, and started turning the pages in a vain search for the American steamer _Yankee Prince_. Presently he looked up at Jack Flaherty. "Flaherty," he said, "I think you're a liar." "The same to you and many of them," Flaherty replied, not a whit abashed. "You said she was an eight thousand ton tramp." "I never went so far as to say I'd been aboard her on trial trip, though--and I did cut down her tonnage, showin' I got the fragments of a conscience left," Hicks defended himself. He closed the book with a sigh and placed it back on the shelf, just as the door opened to admit no less a personage than Batholomew McGuffey, late chief engineer, first assistant, second assistant, third assistant, wiper, oiler, water-tender, and stoker of the S.S. _Maggie_. With a brief nod to Jack Flaherty Mr. McGuffey approached Dan Hicks. "I been lookin' for you, captain," he announced. "Say, I hear the chief o' the _Aphrodite's_ goin' to take a three months' lay-off to get shet of his rheumatism. Is that straight?" "I believe it is, McGuffey." "Well, say, I'd like to have a chance to substitoot for him. You know my capabilities, Hicks, an' if it would be agreeable to you to have me for your chief your recommendation would go a long way toward landin' me the job. I'd sure make them engines behave." "What vessel have you been on lately?" Hicks demanded cautiously, for he knew Mr. McGuffey's reputation for non-reliability around pay-day. "I been with that fresh water scavenger, Scraggs, in the _Maggie_ for most a year." "Did you quit or did Scraggs fire you?" "He fired me," McGuffey replied honestly. "If he hadn't I'd have quit, so it's a toss-up. Comin' in from Halfmoon Bay last night we got lost in the fog an' piled up on the beach just below the Cliff House----" "This is interesting," Jack Flaherty murmured. "You say she walked ashore on you, McGuffey? Well, I'll be shot!"