The Ocala banner. (Ocala, Marion County, Fla.) 1883-194?, 1914-11-27

trap out or Wnicn ne might not caoh$
come.
Norton decided to follow his man.
He might be going on a wild-goose
chase, he reasoned: etill his irst Inn
pulses had hitherto served him well
He looked careworn. He was con-
vinced that Florence was dead. despite
the assertions OF Jones 90 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 20
or coming from the apartment. And
that memorable day Of the abduction
the princess had been In the dry goods
shop.
vroon took q downtown surface car.
and Norton took the same. lie sat
huddled in a corner. never suspecting
that vroon was watching him from a
corner of his eye. Norton was not
keen today. The thought OF Florence
kept running through HIS head
The car stopped and vroon got OF
He led Norton a winding course which
at length ended at the door OF a tene.
ment building. Vroon entered. Nor.
ton paused, wondering what next 20
do, now that his man had reached his
destination. Well, since he had fol-
lowed him all this distance be must
make an effort to find out who he was
and what he was going 20 DO. eau
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
and he was precipitated into the cellar
This tenement belonged 20 the
Black Hundred; IL concealed a thou
sand doors and hundred traps. It's
history was as dark as It's 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-
hAShts oAa NnaN Il want AHAH -MAAON
booked for somewhere south OF the
equator. Tell him to say 10 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 CorrigaE this trip. Bannock -
in port and sails tonight for Norway
That's far enough"
"Bannock? The very man. Well.
Mr.. Norton, reporter and amateur de-
sective, l guess we've got you fast
enough this time. You may or may
not come back alive. Go and bring
around a 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-
err" roared voice down the com
panionway.
"Shanghaied!" the reporter muir.
INJURED. He sat up and ran through
his pockets. Not a sou-markee. not q
match even; and a 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 mel" 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.
"All right, me buckol 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 a church door
and as deep as well.
" al q AuOIncnl, Sdiu 4NohboAs HEtF-
ping the spanner. Let US have a per.
feet understanding right OF the bat. "
Were going L have IL, matey.
Don't We 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 10 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 aloft.
1T isx I'll take your orders and do