Somewhat crestfallen, the striking pair repaired to the Bowhead saloon to discuss the situation over a glass of beer. However, Mr. Gibney's spirits never dropped below zero while he had one nickel to rub against another; hence such slight depression as he felt was due to a feeling that Captain Scraggs had basely swindled him and McGuffey. He was disappointed in Scraggs and said as much. "However, Bart," he concluded, "we'll never say 'die' while our money holds out, and in the meantime our luck may have changed. Let's scatter around and try to locate some kind of a job; then when them new employees o' Scraggsy quit or get fired--which'll be after about two voyages--an' the old man comes round holdin' out the olive branch o' peace, we'll give him the horselaugh." Three days of diligent search failed to uncover the coveted job for either, however, and on the morning of the fourth day Mr. Gibney announced that it would be necessary to "raise the wind," if the pair would breakfast. "It'll probably be a late breakfast," he added. "How're we goin' to git it, Gib?" "We must test our credit, Mac. You go down to the rooms o' the Marine Engineers' Association and kick somebody's eye out for five dollars. I'd get out an' do some rustlin' myself, but I ain't got no credit. When a man that's been a real sailor sinks as low as I've sunk--from clipper ships to mate on a rotten little bumboat--people don't respect him none. But it's different with a marine engineer. You might be first assistant on a P.M. boat to-day an' second assistant on a bay tug to-morrow but nothin's thought of it." "What're we goin' to do with the five dollars?" "Well, we might invest it in a lottery ticket an' pray for the capital prize--but we won't. Ain't it dawned on you, Mac, that it's up to you an' me to find the steamer _Maggie_ an' git back to work quick an' no back talk? Scraggs has new men in our jobs an' these new men has got to be got rid of, otherwise there's no tellin' how long they'll last. Naturally, this here riddance can be accomplished easier an' without police interference on the dock at Halfmoon Bay. We got to walk twenty miles to Halfmoon Bay to connect with the _Maggie_ an' the five dollars is to keep us from starvin' to death in case we miss him an' have to walk back or wait for the return trip o' the _Maggie_." "But suppose, after we've walked all that distance, we find Scraggs won't take us back? Then what?" "Why, of course he'll take us back, Bart. He'll be glad to after we've finished with them scabs that's took our jobs an' are doin' us out of an honest livin'. He won't be able to work the _Maggie_ back to San Francisco alone, will he?"