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and signature, the message to iris
Ford. But there was no reply. Win
was getting desperate. and showed it,
when the operator remarked:
"Here's something-mebbe this is
It,"
Win braced up. But after a bit of
+he metallic chattering, Mansel again
shook his head. "Not for you-for
the captain.
For the captain?" Wins tone was
eager. That's the stuff (" He was
thinking of orders from the officers
of the line.
The operator transcribed the mes
sage. put it in an envelope. and went
off TO deliver 1t himself. When he
came back he confided the informa-
ton: I'm going to send a message
from the captain-about you" That
was all, but it raised the wavering
spirits Of the young man who would
not leave the upper deck.
There was another tedious delay.
Finally, along about five o'clock, there
we're the auditory evidences OF the
approach Of q winged message. Then
further delay while the wireless OPP
orator played his important part in
the space-conQuering trick.
Sorry, but it's not for you. For
the captain again." he volunteered.
Might be just as good" said Win,
perhaps better"
The operator didn't reply. He went
away to deliver the message and was
gone ages" Returning, he informed
the good waiter that the captain
would like to see him.
Win Shute was off to the bridge as
he might have started for second.
High ran his hopes. He could almost
feel the ship slowing down!
The captain invited him into the
chartroom and closed the door. With
out word he handed him a Marconi-
gram, which ran:
Captain, S. S. Colonia:
Must be some mistake. Our player
Shute here in game today.
"TRIS FORD"
After reading 1t over a second time
to make sure, the captains visitor.
shaking his head doggedly, spoke I'm
no uncertain voice:
THE mistake is In the message.
tbs Ford never sent it."
why not?" asked the captain indul-
gently.
why not? 1t shows on its face why
not. 1t says was in the game today.
And I'm on this ship"
"Sit down." said the captain, who
paused until his invitation had been
accepted. "Mr. James"
MY name isn't James-it's Shute."
We'll then, Mr.. Shute, If you prefer
II" said the captain, wishing to humor
MS guest, II have made a careful in
quiry about you. Your room steward
reports, and the quartermaster on
duty at the gangway confirms it, that |
you came aboard intoxicated-I may |
say were brought aboard drunk"
It's lie! Was never drunk in my |
h1e-never took a drop of liquor in |
my life. What happened, was given !
knockout-brought aboard drugged."
Inc captain appeared puzzled, then
continued: Il hardly think so, Mr..
James"
"Shute!"
Mr.. Shute. The ships doctor
examined you, at the request Of your
Llehds' after you were assisted
ao0ard. He reports that he found
gou IN an advanced state of intoxica-
lon Your friends said that. you had
eeh celebrating unwisely before sail
ng"
i tell you it's a lie"
Mr.. Shute, if you are not inclined
take my view of this unfortunate
ncumstance, you will have to be sent
mere you will be looked after.
lean that if you don't stop your non
enSe and behave yourself, 1 will order
VI to the hospital. Good morning"
Win Shute had never been put out
game in his life. He eyed the
umpire OF the high seas critically
~ turned to go. But, like the aver
Dal player, he couldn't leave the
u en without the last word.
captain, you've got mel acknowl-
ase mat. And I'm not going to make
trouble for yOu-not while you're
~, n"slhg the ship. But once we
ury land promise you I'll start
NOUOlC IudI VIII Dr1ug up
uiS BOAT. I've been drugged-I
'% a. t. And there's been the dirti- (
S, Aino OF a frame-up against me. t
VS. more, that message you hold
'Uur hand is pure fake. Either
"n VINO sent it or the man who
oicew SOui
Ue,ore the captain of the Colonfa I
Ieply s. w. James, or, as he de-
'u 10 be called, J. w. Shute, was c
s s~ek thinking was a portion of his
Nea ss IN life. In less than the dis c
hOita from home to first base he had
co "ely outlined his plan of action. Y
tb nurse ne would give the head man
apn. sup no cause to resort to war 9
les that would be silly-worse n
10 s|klng yourself out of a big b
y