Mr. Gibney departed without a word of protest and proceeded to make his arrangements, regardless of the master's consent. As he and McGuffey busied themselves, laying the leading blocks along the deck, they glanced toward the _Maggie_ and observed Captain Scraggs hurling crates of vegetables overboard in an effort to get at the small boat quickly. "He'll die when the freight claims come in," Mr. McGuffey chortled. "Poor ol' Scraggsy!" "How're we goin' to git that durned anchor up, Gib?" "We ain't goin' to get it up. We're goin' to knock out a shackle in the chain an' let her go to glory." "Anchors is expensive, Gib. Mebbe they'll deduct the price o' that anchor from our salvage." "By Jupiter, you're talkin', Mac. We'll just save that anchor, come to think of it." "How?" "Just let Scraggsy an' The Squarehead come aboard an' put the ship's towin' cable aboard the _Maggie_. The _Maggie'll_ just about be able to hold her while us four up with the anchor--_an' cockbill_ it agin!" "They got the skiff overside," McGuffey warned. "Throw over the Jacob's ladder and help 'em aboard, Mac. Nothin' like bein' neighbourly. This here's a delicate situation, what with the old man declinin' our services in favour of a tow by the _Maggie_, an' it occurs to me if we oppose him our standin' in court will be impaired. I see I got to use my imagination agin." When Captain Scraggs came aboard, Mr. Gibney escorted him around to the master's cabin, introduced him, and stood by while they bargained. The sick skipper glowered at Mr. Gibney when Scraggs, with a wealth of detail, explained their presence, but, for all his predicament, he was a shrewd man and instantly decided to use Gibney and McGuffey as a fulcrum wherewith to pry a very low price out of Captain Scraggs. Mr. Gibney could not forebear a grin as he saw the captain's plan, and instantly he resolved to further it, if for no other reason than to humiliate and infuriate Scraggs. "The tow will cost you five thousand, Captain," Scraggs began pompously. "Me an' McGuffey'll sail you in for four," Gibney declared. "Three thousand," snarled Scraggs. "Sailin's cheap as dirt at two thousand. As a matter of fact, Scraggsy, me an' Mac'll sail her in for nothin' just to skin you out o' the salvage." "Two thousand dollars is my lowest figure," Scraggs declared. "Take it or leave it, Captain. Under the circumstances, bargaining is useless. Two thousand is my last bid." The figure Scraggs named was probably one fifth of what the master of the _Chesapeake_ knew a court would award; nevertheless he shook his head. "It's a straight towing job, Captain, and not a salvage proposition at all. A tug would tow me in for two hundred and fifty, but I'll give you five hundred." Remembering the vegetables he had jettisoned, Scraggs knew he could not afford to accept that price. "I'm through," he bluffed--and his bluff worked. "Taken, Captain Scraggs. Write out an agreement and I'll sign it."