Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1915-03-10

and Norton took the same. he sat
nuddled In 9 corner, never suspectina
tnat Vroon was watching him from q
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 q winding course which
at length ended at the door Of q tene.
ment building. Vroon entered. Nor
ton paused, wondering what next to
40, 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
ana what he was going to do. eau.
tlously he entered the hallway. As
ne was about to lay his hand on the
newell post of the dilapidated stairs
the f1oor dropped from under his feet
ana ne was precipitated into the cellar
Inls tenement belonged to the
BACK Hundred; it concealed a thou.
sand doors and a hundred traps. It's
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
Corrlgan that I've 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,
Ded1ent. A tramp freighter, whose
captain is bully. Do you understand
me?"
T get you. But there's no need to
60 to Corrigan this trip Bannock ia
In port and sails tonight for Norway.
That's far enough"
"Bannock? The very man. Well.
MT Norton, reporter and amateur de-.
tectlve, 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 cam
trust. I'll dope the reporter while
you're gone.
Long hours afterward Norton
opened his aching eyes, He could hard
~ 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 voice down the COM
| panionway.
"Shanghaied!" the reporter MUIR
INJURED, He sat up and ran through
his pockets. Not a 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 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. ;.
"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 q man as wide as church door
and as deep as a well.
Wait moment" said Norton, grip.
ping the spanner. Let US have q per.
feet understanding right OF the bat. y
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.
1--we been shanghaied, and you
know 1t. Where are we bound?"
"Copenhagen."
Well, 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 a heap Of trou-
bic waiting for you the next time you
drop your mudhook In North Amer.
lea"
Is that SOP" said the giant, eying
the spanner and the shaking hand that
held it aloft
1T is. III 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, I'll tell We what t. do. l was
| goin' t whale tn daylights out O. We;
t ye're somethin' av man. Drop
the spanner first"
Norton hesitated. AS 1.-the as q ii.
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.
i amt goin' t hurt We. / haL t
show We that no spanner ever bothered
Mike Rannock. Now, d know what
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