The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1914-11-05


pulses had hitherto served him well.
He looked careworn. He was con-
| vinced that Florence was dead, despite
the assertions of Jones to the con-
| trary. He had gone over all the mis-
haps which had taken place and he
was now absolutely convinced that his
whilom friend Braine and the Princess
Perigoff were directly concerned.
Florence had either been going to
or coming from the apartment. And
that memorable day of the abduction
the princess had been in the dry goods
shop.
Vroon took downtown surface car,
and Norton took the same. He sat
huddled in corner, never suspecting
that Vroon was watching him from
! corner of his eye. Norton was not
keen today. The thought of Florence
kept running through his head.
The car stopped and Vroon got Off.
He led Norton winding course which
at length ended at the door of tene-
ment building. Vroon entered Nor
ton paused, wondering what next to
do, now that his man had reached his
destination. Well, since he had fol-
lowed him all this distance he must
make an effort to find out who he was
and what he was going to do. Can-
tiously he entered the hallway. AS
he was about to lay his hand on the
newell post of the dilapidated stairs
the floor dropped from under his feet
hax fysf trt, H..
This tenement belonged to the
Black Hundred; it concealed q thou
sand doors and hundred traps. Its
history was as dark as its Railways.
When vroon and his companion,
who had been waiting for him, de-
scended into the cellar they found the
reporter insensible. They bound, blind
folded, and gagged him quickly.
Saunders" said Vroon, you tell
! Corrigan that I've a sailor for him to-
! night, and that l want this sailor
booked for somewhere south of the
equator. Tell him to say to the mas
| ter that this fellow is ugly and DISC
, bedient A tramp freighter, whose
captain is bully. Do you understand
me?"
Il get you. But there's no need to
go to Corrigan this trip. Bannock ia
in port and sails tonight for Norway.
That's far enough"
"Bannock? The very man. Well,
Mr.. Norton, reporter and amateur de-
tective. 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 hard
ly move and his head buzzed abomi-
nably. What had happened? What
was the meaning of this slow rise and
fall of his bed? Shanghaied?
Come out o. that now, ye skulk-
er!" roared a voice down the COM
panionway
/ "Shanghaied!" the reporter muir
INJURED He sat up and ran through
his pockets Not 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 do?"
Dye hear me?" 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 it. He stood up, his hand be-
! hind his back.
I "All right, me bucko! I'll come
down an git vel"
A pair of enormous boots began
to appear down the companionway,
and there gradually rose up from
them a man as wide as church door
and as deep as well.
Wait moment" said Norton, grip
ping the spanner. Let US have a per-
feet understanding right off the bat"
We're going t have it, 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 a 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 so?" said the giant, eying
the spanner and the shaking hand that
held it aioft.
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