The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1918-05-04
German Plot to Block Nezg York E7arbor
Beginning ofthe Proposed Reign Of Terror

at the wireless controller.
struggle that seemed destined to
fail. With almost superhuman
strength the spy fought him off, still
clinging to the key Of the controller,
feinting, lodging, squirmfng in the
grasp OF the master detective, biting,
kicking, butting-but still holding to
that key that was sending the
torpedo faster and faster through the
water, driving it on and on toward
the flagship OF the great Atlantic
fleet, threatening 1t with destruction
and the bottling OF the entire fleet
In the waters OF New York harbor.
Doggedly they fought. Again and
again Grants hands closed about the
throat of the spy, only to be thrown
off. Then slowly, steadily, Grant be-
gan to bend the plotter in his grasp.
Struggling With Spy.
Closer, closer-Harrison Grant
bent his head toward the wrist of the
hand that held the key of the wire
less controller. Then, quick motion
and his teeth closed upon the flesh,
biting into the sinews and muscles,
causing the spy to leap from his post
with cry Of anguish. But the fight
was not over. "
Think you've stopped us, eh?''
The spy almost shouted the words.
Wen, you haven't. That torpedo's
got speed enough now-it'll reach
that ship all right. IrIl--.''
But Grant had swung him about
now and was forcing him to the edge
OF the sewer platform. Closer-cIos-
er-the end was inevitable. But
would 1t avail anything? A glance
out into the narrows and Grant
saw that the torpedo was heading
straight on it's course now, while far
in the rear, the reserve launch, con-
tanning his men, was striving vainly
to summon the speed to overtake 10.
On and on 1t was going-a moment
more and it would crash into the side
Of that massive, Humorous battle
ship. moment more.
All the strength that Harrison
Grant possessed sped into the sinewsI
Of his arm and back With great
wrench, he freed the grasp of the
spy upon him. Then with a tre-
mendons lunge, he literally raised the
form of the struggling man, and
threw him. high over his shoulders
and into the tremendous currents be-
low!
A great leap. Harrison Grant was
dL the Key OF Lle WlfSlSSS controller.
Quickly he reversed it, sending the
current cracking out over the mar
rows. But would the effect come in
time? Would the electric current
swerve the course of that torpedo
soon enough to save the great bat
tleship before it from destruction? q
Gasping and painting, Harrison Grant.
watched for the result. his soul
agontzed, his heart pounding with
aching severity. A secondhand the
torpedo had not moved from its
course. ADMINISTRATION Grant
bent forward happily. Out there in
the choppy waters Of the narrows, he
believed he had seen the torpedo
swerve slightly-yes, there IL had
moved a full three feet from its
course.
Now textbook! The men on the
reserve launch were waving their
arms and clambering to the top OF
the launch as 1t sped along The
torpedo had moved more in its
course-now 1t seemed to be turn
ing-it was turning! A great, glad
cry broke from the lips OF Harrison
Grant. The torpedo was making al
full semi circle in the water now
on the roof OF the reserve launch a
Criminology club detective was pre-
pairing to dive into the water for the
desperate purpose Of kicking the
wireless antennae from the explosive
monster and making it useless. while