The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1914-12-03

enough this time. You may or ma,
not come back alive. Go and brine
around a taxi: some one you can
trust. Ill dope the reporter while
you're gone. i
Long hours afterward Nortnn
opened his aching eyes. He could hard.
ly move and his head buzzed aboml
nably. What had happened? What
was the meaning Of this slow rise and
fall of his bed? Shanghaied?
Come out O that now, We skulk.
er!" reared q voice down the com.
panionway.
"Shanghaied!" the reporter muir.
INJURED. He sat up and ran through
his pockets. Not q sou-markee, not
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 do?"
"Dye hear meg" bawled the stri.
dent 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 1t. He stood up, his hand be.
hind his back.
"All right, me buckle! I'll come
down an git YET"
A pair of enormous boots began
to appear down the companionway,
and there gradually rose up from
them a man as wide as q church door
and as deep as a we'll.
wait a moment" said Norton, grip
ping the spanner. LET US have a per.
feet understanding right OF the bat"
We're going t. have 1t, matey.
Don't ye worry none"
Norton raised the spanner, and,
dizzy as he was, faced this seafaring
Hercules courageously.
I've been shanghaied, and you
know it. Where are We bound?'
Copenhagen"
We'll, for month or more you'll
beat me up, whenever the opportunity
offers. But merely wish to warn you
that If you do you'll find heap Of trou.
BILE waiting for you the next time you
drop your mudhook in North Amer.
ica."
is that SOP" 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 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, Ill tell ye what t. do. was
goin' t. whale tn daylights cut O. ye;
7 t yere somethin' av a man. Drop
the spanner first"
Norton hesitated As 1.-the a. q IT,
ger the bulk Of man sprang at him
and crushed him to the floor, wrench
ing away the spanner. Then the giant
took Norton by the scruff OF his neck
and banged him up the. steps to the
deck.
Il amt goin' t. hurt We. / haL t.
show ye that no spanner ever bothered
Mike Bannock. Now, d know what
. cooks galley is?"
Il do" said Norton, breathing hard.
well, hike there an start in with
peelin spuds, an don't waste 'em
neither. That'll be all fer tn present
Ye were due for wallopin' but I
kinda like yer spunk."
So Jim stumbled down to the cooks
gallery and grimly set to work at the
potatoes 1t might have been far q
worse. But here he was, likely to be
IN the high seas for months, and no
way OF notifying Jones what had hap
'ened. The outlook was anything but
cheerful But vague hope awoke in
lis heart If they were still after him
night 1t not signify that Florence
lived.
Meantime Braine had not been idle.
according to vroon the girls memory
vas In bad shape; SO he had not the
east doubt of bringing her back to
Jew York without mishap. Once he
lad her there the game would begin
q earnest. He played his cards OK.
eedingly we'll. Steaming up into the
title fishing harbor with a handsome
acht In itself would allay any dis
rust. And he wore a capital disguise.
90. Everything went we'll till he
aid his hand on Florence's shoulder.
he gave startled cry and ran over
Barnes. clinging to him wildly.
mo. mol" she cried.
Now what, my child?" asked the
ailor.
She shook her head. Her aversion
'as inexplicable.
Come. my dear: can't you see that
Is your father?" Braine turned to
1e captain. "She has been like this
'r year. Heaven knows. II she'll
yer be in her right mind again."
IDLY. I was giving her an ocean
oyage, with the kindest nurses DOS.
BILE. and vet aha 1,,uv,oA ovorA~>S