Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1914-08-29

Norton, reporter and amateur detective, I
guess we've got you fast enough this time.
You may or may not come back alive. Go
and bring around taxi; some one you can
trust I'll dope the reporter while you're
gone.
Long hours afterward Norton opened his
aching eyes. He could hardly move and his
head buzzed abominably. What had hap
pened? What was the meaning Of this slow
rise and fall of his bed? shanghaied
Come out o. that now, ye skulker!" roared
voice down the companionway.
Shanghaied!' the reporter murmured He
sat up and ran through his pockets. Not a
sou-markee, not a match even; and second
glance told him that the clothes he wore were
not his own. They've landed me this time
Shanghaied! What the devil am going
to doT
3D. ye hear meT bawled the strident
voice again.
Norton looked about desperately for some
weapon of defense. He saw an engineers
spanner on the floor by the bunk across the
way, and with no small physical effort he
succeeded In obtaining it. He stood up, mis-
band behind his back.
"All right, me bucko! I'll come down an
git ye"
A pair Of enormous boots began, to appear
down the companionway, and there gradually
rose up from them a man as wide as a
church door and as deep as a well.
Wait moment" said Norton, gripping
the spanner. Let US have a perfect under
standing right off the bat"
Were goin' t have it, matey. Don't ye
worry none"
Norton raised tine spanner and dizzy as he
vas, faced this seafaring Hercules coura-
geously.
"Tve been shanghaied and you know it
Where are we boundf"
Copenhagen"
Well. for a month or more you'll beat me
up whenever the opportunity offers But I
merely wish to warn you that If you do
you'll find a heap of trouble waiting for you
the next time you drop your mudhook in
North river"
Is that so"' said the giant eying the
spanner and the shaking hand that held it
aloft.
1t is. I'll take your orders and do the
best 1 can, because you've got the upper
hand But, God is witness, you'll pay for
every needless blow you strike. Now what
do you want me to do?"
Lay down that spanner an come on deck.
I'll tell We what t do. l was gon' t. whale
tn daylights out O. ye; but ye're somethin'
av a man. Drop tn spanner first"
Norton hesitated. AS 1.-THE as a tiger the
bulk Of man sprang at him and crushed
him to the floor, wrenching away the span
ner. Then the giant took Norton by the
scruff of his neck and banged him up the
steps to the deck.
"I amt goin' t hurt ye. I had t. show
ye that no spanner ever bothered Mike Ban
mock. Now, d. ye know what a cooks gall
ley is?"
eel do" said Norton, breathing hard.
Well, nike there an start in with peeln'
spuds, an don't waste 'em, neither. Thatll
be all for tn present. Ye were due for a
wallopin', but kinda like yer spunk"
So Jim stumbled down to the cooks galley
and grimly set to work at the potatoes. 1t
might have been far worse. But here be
was, likely to be on high seas for months,
and no way of notifying Jones what had
happened. The outlook was anything but
cheerful But vague hope awoke in his
heart. If they were still after him, might 1t
not signify that Florence lived.
Meantime Braine had not been idle. Ac-
cording to Vroon the girls memory was in
bad shape; so he had not the least Coubt Of
bringing ner back to New York without mis-
hap. Once he had her there, the game would
begin in earnest He played his cards ex-
ceedingly well. Steaming rp into the little
fishing harbor with a handsome yacht In
itself would allay any distrust. And he wore
n capital disguise, too. Everything went we'll
till he laid his hand on Florence's shoulder.
She gave a startled cry and ran over to
Barnes, clinging to him wildly.
mo, nov' she said.
No what, my childT' asked the sailor.
She shook her head Her aversion was In
explicable.
Come, my dear; can't you see tnat it Is
your father? Braine turned to Che captain.
"She has been like this for year. Heaven
knows If she'll ever be in her right mind
again." sadly. - was giving her an ocean
voyage, with the kindest nurses possible, and
yet she jumped overheard. Come Florence"
The girl wrapped her arms all the tighter
around Barnes neck.
An idea came into the old sailors head.
"Of course, sir, we got PROOF thet she's your
daughter7
Proofr' Braine was taken aback.
Yes; somethin' t prove thet you're her
father got Skinned out of a sloop once
because l took a mans word at it's face
value. Black an white, an on paper, says
I hereafter"