Cappy Ricks Retires

eck 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

e 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

," said Cappy miserab

be a United States warship in those waters, and she could be instructed by wireless to endeavor to inte

his horns into her we can kiss her good-bye. We can't bring forward any evidence to

Narcissus, her owners would find I was born and bred in Missouri," the

o blamed miserable abou

n and the Nurnberg met a British fleet under Admiral Craddock,

on't t

for the entrance to Magellan this minute. If I were a religious man I'd be

and drown every man Jack

that for several weeks the German fleet has managed to lose itself in the Pacific, but now that the British fleet has stumbled onto it and forced an engagement, 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

rely 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 Germans delay

rman. Still, I find that a hard dose to swallow, in view of the fact that our Ge

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

ht w

eal her b

sn't possib

orty to two against our succeeding, but a little strategy is sometimes to be preferred to gre

how you'd st

o 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 England, so why worry? I

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 t

ts a different face on the situation. If Reardon is

in the luck of Alden P. Ricks. I remember Captain 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 y

lles," Matt Pea

whistlin'!" s

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 absolutely based on facts-and he understood their wail to be based on suspicion-would tend to create additional fricti

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 rece

oy," he chattered,

ul wants you to ring him up. He says he's had a wireless from H.M.S. Panth

fiscated?" Cappy and

have the courage to pursue the matter further. The

tt, you ring up the British consul-I'm an old man-Skinner, my dear chap,