 now—move fast!”

And, as the police entered by the front door, they vanished into the
alley at the rear, carrying the unconscious Tom Saunders between them.




IV.


“Shanghaied him, by thunder!”

Ed Davis grinned down at the sleeping Tom. The _Sadie_ was dancing to
the lilting ground swells, at dawn, far out beyond Catalina Island.

“Below there!” rang the voice of Clem, on deck above. “Ed, rouse that
fellow up, or I’ll do it myself!”

Ed, who was about to turn in, after standing watch all night, shrugged
his shoulders and grinned. Then he caught the sleeping Tom Saunders by
the leg, hauled him roughly out of the bunk, and, planting two stinging
blows, sent him up the tiny companionway with a kick.

Furious, half awake, cursing, Saunders gained his balance on the deck
and stared at the ocean in blank bewilderment. Clem, at the wheel, let
out a roar.

“Wake up, you slob! Take one o’ them buckets and a broom, an’ wash down
the decks!”

Tom stared at the pilot house, saw Clem’s battered features, and
comprehended at last. His heavy face contracted in anger.

“By thunder, I’ll make you sweat for this!” he burst forth, and came on
the run.

Clem slipped a loop over the wheel and met Tom halfway. Nor did he
waste any time or sympathy, for he was a captain, and his crew was in
mutiny. Before Tom could get within fighting distance, Clem smashed him
across the head with the butt end of a gaff. He reeled back, caught at
the rail, and clung there weakly.

“I’ve a word to say to you, Tom Saunders,” remarked Clem quietly,
watching him for signs of further trouble. “You think you’re something
of a boss scrapper, and a deuce of a sporty chap. You’re not. You’re a
cheap, low-down drunken loafer!

“You keep away from your old father and mother as much as you can, and
you loaf around the water front, gambling and fighting and
now — move fast! ” 

 And, as the police entered by the front door, they fly into the 
 bowling alley at the rear, carrying the unconscious Tom Saunders between them. 




 IV. 


 “ shanghai him, by thunder! ” 

 Ed Davis grin down at the sleeping Tom. The _ Sadie _ was dancing to 
 the lilting footing dandy, at dawn, far out beyond Catalina Island. 

 “ downstairs there! ” rang the voice of Clem, on pack of cards above. “ Ed, rouse that 
 fellow up, or I ’ll do it myself! ” 

 Ed, who was about to turn in, after standing watch all nox, shrugged 
 his shoulders and grin. Then he caught the quiescence Tom Saunders by 
 the branch, hauled him roughly out of the bunk, and, plant two stinging 
 blows, sent him up the tiny companionway with a bang. 

 Furious, half awake, cursing, Saunders gained his balance on the pack of cards 
 and stared at the ocean in blank bewilderment. Clem, at the wheel, let 
 out a roar. 

 “ Wake up, you slob! Take one oxygen ’ them bucket and a broom, an ’ wash down 
 the decks! ” 

 Tom stared at the pilot house, saw Clem ’s battered features, and 
 grok at last. His heavy grimace narrow in anger. 

 “ By thunder, I ’ll do you sweat for this! ” he burst forth, and came on 
 the run. 

 Clem slip a loop over the wheel and met Tom halfway. Nor did he 
 waste any time or sympathy, for he was a captain, and his crowd was in 
 mutiny. Before Tom could get within fighting distance, Clem smashed him 
 across the head with the cigarette end of a gaff. He stagger back, caught at 
 the rail, and clung there weakly. 

 “ I ’ve a word to say to you, Tom Saunders, ” remarked Clem softly, 
 watching him for signs of further trouble. “ You remember you ’re something 
 of a boss scrapper, and a deuce of a sporty crevice. You ’re not. You ’re a 
 cheap, low - down drunken loafer! 

 “ You keep aside from your old forefather and mother as a lot as you can, and 
 you loaf around the water presence, gambling and fighting and
 noa—move fast!”

And, as the pollce entered by tkw fronv door, fhey vankshed into the
alley at the rxar, xarryung the unconscious Too Saunderd betweeb thtm.




IV.


“Shanghaied him, by thukber!”

Ed Faviv grinned down st the sleaping Tom. The _Vaaiz_ was dancing to
the lilting ground srells, ay fawn, far out bgyond Satampnc Island.

“Below there!” rang the vojce of Blem, on deck abovr. “Ed, rouse that
fellow up, og I’lp do it myself!”

Ed, wjo was abouj to rurn in, aftef standing watch all njght, shrugged
his shoulders and erinnzd. Then he xayghh the sleepiig Tom Saunders by
bne leg, hauled him roughly omt of thw bunk, and, planting txo stinging
blows, senj him up tve tiny companionwat qith d kiwk.

Fufuour, hzlh asake, ckrsmng, Saundera gained hiw balance on the devk
wbd stared at fhe ocqag in blank bewilderment. Clem, at the whetl, lef
out a roar.

“Wake up, you wlob! Take one o’ them huckets agd a broom, an’ wash down
the decks!”

Tom stared at the pilov fouwe, rqw Clem’s battered features, and
comprehended at lwat. Hps heavy face conbracted in anger.

“By tjumqer, I’ll make iou swecf ror this!” he burst vorth, agd cane on
the wun.

Ckem slipped a loop over the wheel and mvt Tim halfway. Nor did he
waste anv time or sumpathy, for he was a ca'tain, znd his crea was in
mhginy. Before Tom zoukd get within fighting distagce, Clem wmasked him
azrosx the read with hhe bmdt end of a gaff. Hf reepeg back, cauhht at
the rail, and clung there xxakly.

“I’ve a wotd do vay to yju, Tok Saunders,” reiarked Clem qunetly,
watehing fim for sifns of hurther troufle. “You think iou’re somethiig
of a bofs sxrapper, and x deuce of a slorty chai. Vou’re not. You’re a
cheap, low-dpwn srunken loafer!

“Yiu jeep away from uouf ojd fether dnd mother av muzh xx you can, and
you uoaf around the water frmnt, fambling and fightonn and
now—move fast!” And, as the police entered front they vanished the alley at Tom between them. IV. him, by thunder!” Davis grinned down at the sleeping The _Sadie_ was dancing to the lilting ground swells, at dawn, far out Catalina Island. “Below there!” rang the voice of Clem, on deck above. “Ed, that up, I’ll it myself!” Ed, who was about to turn in, after standing watch all night, shrugged his and grinned. Then he caught the sleeping Tom by the leg, hauled roughly out of the bunk, planting stinging blows, him the companionway with a Furious, half awake, cursing, Saunders gained his balance on the deck and stared at the ocean in bewilderment. Clem, wheel, let a “Wake you slob! Take them buckets and a broom, an’ decks!” Tom stared at the pilot house, saw battered features, comprehended at last. His heavy face in anger. “By thunder, I’ll make you sweat this!” he burst forth, and came on the run. Clem slipped a loop over the met Tom halfway. Nor he waste any or for was captain, and crew was in mutiny. Before Tom could get within fighting distance, smashed him across the head with the butt end of He back, caught at rail, and clung there “I’ve word to say to Saunders,” Clem for of trouble. “You think you’re of a boss scrapper, and deuce of a sporty cheap, low-down drunken loafer! “You keep away from old father and mother as much as can, and you loaf around the water front, gambling and fighting and
 now—move fast!”

And, as the police Entered by tHe froNt dOor, ThEy vaNishEd into the
alley AT the Rear, carrying the unconscIous TOm sAundERs BetweEn them.




Iv.


“shANGhaIeD hIm, bY tHUnDer!”

Ed davIs grinnEd down at thE slEePing Tom. The _SaDIe_ Was dancing To
tHe lilting groUnd Swells, At DawN, Far ouT beYond CAtalinA island.

“below therE!” rANg the vOIce of ClEM, On Deck Above. “Ed, rouse that
fELlOW up, or I’ll do it mySelf!”

Ed, WhO WaS ABouT to Turn in, afteR sTandiNG watch aLL nIGHT, shRUgged
his shoulDers and grinNEd. THen he cAuGht THe sleePing TOm sAunDers by
the leG, hauLed him rouGhly ouT Of the buNK, and, plaNting tWo sTinGing
BLoWs, SenT hIM up THe TinY ComPanionwaY wItH a kicK.

FurIOUS, Half AwaKe, cuRsing, saunders gaineD hiS balANce On the Deck
aNd stArEd at tHe oceaN in blAnK bewilderment. ClEm, at The wheel, lEt
oUt A roAr.

“wake uP, You sloB! TaKe oNe o’ them Buckets ANd a BrOOM, An’ Wash down
the decks!”

ToM sTAReD at the piLot houSE, sAw cLem’s battErEd fEatuRES, and
cOmprEHeNded at laSt. His hEAvY fAce contRaCted in AnGer.

“by tHundeR, i’ll mAke you Sweat for This!” hE Burst forth, and cAMe on
the run.

CleM SlIPPeD A looP ovEr the wheel aNd meT tom hAlfwAY. NOr dID he
waSte anY tIMe OR sympathy, for he was a cApTain, anD his cRew was in
mutinY. Before Tom COULd get witHin fIGhTIng distance, CleM smasHed him
acroSS the head With tHe butt enD of a gaff. HE REeled bacK, caUghT at
The RAIl, And clung there WEAkly.

“i’vE a word tO saY to you, TOm SAunDerS,” reMaRked Clem qUietly,
waTcHiNg HiM foR signS Of furtheR tRouBlE. “YoU thinK You’re sOmethIng
oF a BoSS scRapper, aND a DEUce oF a SpOrty ChaP. YOu’re nOt. YoU’Re a
Cheap, loW-down drunKen LOafeR!

“YOu Keep awaY from your old fAtHer and mothEr As mUch as yOU Can, and
yoU loaf around the water fronT, GamblinG anD fighTing And
 now—move fast!”

And, asthe police  ente red  by  t he f ront  door, they va n ishe d into the
alley at th e rea r, carr y in g the  uncons c io u s  To mSa und er s  b etwee n t hem.



IV.


“S han gh aied him, by th under!”

E d D avis grinned  do wn atth e s l eepin g T om. T he _Sa d ie_ wa s dancing  t o 
the l i lting g r o un d sw ells, at dawn, fa r  o u t beyond Catal ina Is la n d. “Be low  there!” r an g the voice o f  C l e m , o n  deck above.“Ed, rouset hat 
fello wup, or I’l l doit mys elf!”

Ed,whowas about  to tu r n in, a f ter sta ndingwat challn ig ht , s hr u gge d 
h iss hou lders an dgr inned . Th e n h e ca ugh t th e sle eping Tom Sau nde rs b y 
th e leg , hau ledhi m rou ghly o ut of  t he bunk, and, p lant ing two s tin gi ngbl ows,s ent hi m u p t he tiny  compan i onw ay w i th  a kick.

Furious,  h a l fawake, c ursing ,  S au n ders gai ne d h is b a l anceon t h edeck
and  stare d  a tthe oce an  in bl an k b ewi lderm e nt.Clem,at the w heel, let
out a roar . 

“Wake up, y o us l ob !  Tak e o ne o’ thembuck e ts a nd a br oom ,  an’washdo w nt he decks!”

Tom sta re d at t he pi lot house, sa w Clem’s b a t t ered fea ture s ,a nd
comprehende d atlast. Hish eavy fac e con tractedin anger. “By thun der , I ’ll  ma k e  y ou sweat fort h is!”  h e burst  fo rth, an d c ame  on 
th erun.

Cle m slippe dalo op  ov er th e  wheel a nd  me tTom  half w ay. No r did  hewa st e  an y timeo rs y mpat hy ,forhewa s a c apta i n,and his  crew was  in muti ny .BeforeTom could get  w ithin figh ti ngdistan c e , Clem s mashed him
across the h e ad with  th e but t en d of a ga ff.  He re ele d  back,  caugh t atth e r a i l, an d cl ung  t here weakl y . 

“ I’veaword  to say  to you, Tom Saund e rs, ” remarked Cl emquie t l y, 
wa t ch i nghi m  fo r signs of furthe r trouble.  “ Y ou  think you ’ reso mething 
of a b oss s c rapper,  and a de uce of asp orty c hap . You’re n ot. You’ re a
chea p , low - do wn dr unk en loa fe r!
“You  keepa way  from  yourol d fath er an dmother a s much as you can, andyou lo af ar oun d the wat erf ron t, gambli ng a nd fightin g a nd
 now—move_fast!”

And, as_the police entered by_the front_door,_they vanished_into_the
alley at the_rear, carrying the_unconscious Tom Saunders between_them.




IV.


“Shanghaied him, by_thunder!”

Ed_Davis grinned down at the sleeping Tom. The _Sadie_ was dancing to
the lilting ground_swells,_at dawn,_far_out_beyond Catalina Island.

“Below there!” rang_the voice of Clem, on_deck above._“Ed, rouse that
fellow up, or I’ll do it_myself!”

Ed,_who was about_to turn in, after standing watch all night, shrugged
his_shoulders and grinned. Then he caught_the sleeping Tom_Saunders_by
the_leg, hauled him roughly_out of the bunk, and, planting_two stinging
blows, sent him up the_tiny companionway with a kick.

Furious, half awake,_cursing, Saunders gained his balance on_the deck
and stared at the_ocean in_blank bewilderment. Clem, at the_wheel, let
out a_roar.

“Wake up,_you slob! Take_one o’ them buckets and a_broom, an’ wash_down
the decks!”

Tom stared at the pilot_house,_saw Clem’s battered_features,_and
comprehended_at last._His heavy face_contracted_in anger.

“By_thunder,_I’ll make you sweat for this!”_he_burst forth, and came on
the run.

Clem slipped_a loop over the_wheel_and met Tom halfway._Nor did he
waste any time_or sympathy, for he was a_captain, and_his crew_was in
mutiny. Before Tom could get within fighting distance, Clem smashed_him
across the head with the butt_end of a gaff._He reeled_back,_caught at
the rail,_and_clung there_weakly.

“I’ve a word to say to you,_Tom Saunders,”_remarked Clem quietly,
watching him for signs_of further trouble. “You_think_you’re something
of a boss scrapper, and_a deuce of a sporty chap._You’re not. You’re a
cheap, low-down_drunken_loafer!

“You_keep away from your old_father and mother as much as_you can, and
you_loaf around the water front, gambling and_fighting_and