When Vroon and his companion, who had been waiting for him, descended into the cellar they found the reporter insensible. They bound, blindfolded, and gagged him. "Saunders," said Vroon, "you tell Corrigan that I've a sailor for him to-night, and that I want this sailor booked for somewhere south of the equator. Tell him to say to the master that this fellow is ugly and disobedient. A tramp freighter, whose captain is a bully. Do you understand me?" "I get you. But there's no need to go to Corrigan this trip. Bannock is in port and sails to-night for Norway. That's far enough." "Bannock? The very man. Well, Mr. Norton, reporter and amateur detective, I 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 can trust. I'll dope the reporter while you're gone." Long hours afterward Norton opened his aching eyes. He could hardly move and his head buzzed abominably. What had happened? What was the meaning of this slow rise and fall of his bed? Shanghaied? "Come out o' that now, ye skulker!" roared a voice down the companionway. [Illustration: "COME OUT O' THAT NOW"] "Shanghaied!" the reporter murmured. He sat up and ran through his pockets. Not a sou-markee, not a match even; and a second glance told him that the clothes he wore were not his own. "They've landed me this time. Shanghaied! What the devil am I going to do?" "D'ye hear me?" bawled the strident voice again. Norton looked about desperately for some weapon of defense. He saw an engineer's 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 behind his back. "All right, me bucko! I'll come down an' git ye!" A pair of enormous boots began to appear down the companionway, and there gradually rose up from them a man as wide as a church door and as deep as a well. "Wait a moment," said Norton, gripping the spanner. "Let us have a perfect understanding right off the bat." "We're going to have it, matey. Don't ye worry none." Norton raised the spanner, and, dizzy as he was, faced this seafaring Hercules courageously. "I've been shanghaied, and you know it. Where are we bound?" "Copenhagen." "Well, for a month or more you'll beat me up whenever the opportunity offers. But I merely wish to warn you that if you do you'll find a heap of trouble waiting for you the next time you drop your mudhook in North America." "Is that so?" said the giant, eying the spanner and the shaking hand that held it aloft. "It is. I'll take your orders and do the best I 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 ye what t' do. I was goin' t' whale th' daylights out o' ye; but ye're somethin' av a man. Drop the spanner first."