Fritz to the Front, or, the Ventriloquist Scamp-Hunter — John Shaqi
Fritz to the Front, or, the Ventriloquist Scamp-HunterWheeler, Edward L. (Edward Lytton)
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Fritz to the Front, or, the Ventriloquist Scamp-Hunter
Wheeler, Edward L. (Edward Lytton)
Detective and mystery stories; Ventriloquists -- Fiction
He accordingly arose to his feet, and raising her in his arms, he
waded toward the aperture, and outside of the cavern, around to the
southern beach, the water in the deepest place but reaching to his
throat.
"By shimminy dunder, I feel yoost like ash if I vas tickled to death,
t'ings haff turned oud so vell," Fritz cried, as he placed Madge on
her feet. "A vile ago I vas ash goot ash guff up for a roasted
Dutchman; now I vas oud, und so vas you, und I feel better ash a
spring lamb."
"Are you sure we are out of danger?"
"Vel, no, not eggsactly sure, but I t'ink ve pe all righd now. Yoost
you sday here in der shadow off yer pluff, vile I skirmish aroundt und
see vot's to pay."
She accordingly did as directed, while he clambered up the side of the
bluff, bent on reconnoisance.
The first man and only man he met was Mr. Thornton, who had hurried
back from the village to the bluff as soon as Captain Gregg was
discovered missing, to keep watch in the vicinity.
He uttered a cry of joy as he saw Fritz.
"Why, bless you, boy, I never expected to see you again!" he cried,
shaking the young detective by the hand.
"Und you come purdy near id, too, you can bet a half-dollar, Mr.
Thornton, for I yoost got oud off der building here in time to save
mine vool. But I haff got your daughter, und der monish vas safe!"
"What! you do not tell me this for a fact, Fritz?"
"Vel, off I don'd misdake, it vas. Yoost vait here, und I pring you
der girl. Ash to der money, she vas no fool, und put it avay vere she
can get it again."
He vanished, only to reappear a few minutes later, accompanied by
Madge.
Then followed a touching scene. The speculator received his lost
daughter with open arms; there were explanations, and kisses, and
tears, and laughs, and the reunion was now complete.
Leaving them to their joy, let us take a concluding glance at the
ocean race, which was in the meantime transpiring.
The pursuers saw Gregg pull out from the shore as soon as he saw them;
and they tugged at their oars with a will.
"Pull, boys!" Tompkins cried, from his position at the steering-oar.
"See! the woman is waving her handkerchief! That is a signal to the
crew on board to fire up, ready to be off. Pull--pull for your worth!
We must intercept them, if possible, before they board!"
The villagers did pull, with a will, and their boat fairly leaped over
the water.
Tompkins had guessed the truth. The countess's signal did result in
the crew's raising anchor, and in unbanking the slumbering fires, for
huge volumes of smoke almost immediately began to roll from the
smokestacks.
But, pull though they did, with almost super-human efforts, the
pursuers were destined not to win.
Gregg's boat reached the steamer while the villagers were yet eight
minutes distant, and he and the countess clambered aboard. Then the
steamer's whistle gave a defiant shriek, and the craft began to move
away.
As she did so, the pursuers saw a man suddenly leap overboard into the
water.
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