"Hit in the face with a fortune an' didn't know it," gasped poor McGuffey.
Perhaps McGuffey will have heart enough to telephone into the city for a tug.
Captain Scraggs nodded and Mr. McGuffey slapped the commodore on the back affectionately.
"All's well that ends well, gentlemen," Mr. McGuffey announced.
Then they clambered out to where Wedge McGuffey was perched.
"It's cold down here nights, Gib," McGuffey opined presently.
"Let's go an' stow away a glass of beer," he suggested to McGuffey.
"Yes, an' he's been disapp'inted in his ambitions," McGuffey agreed.
D'ye think McGuffey could hear us from here if we was to yell for help?
"You must ha' been with them red whiskers on your face," McGuffey agreed.