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CHAPTER II. SHANGHAIED

WHEN Billy opened his eyes again he could not recall, for the instant, very much

of his recent past. At last he remembered with painful regret the drunken sailor it

had been his intention to roll. He felt deeply chagrined that his rightful prey

should have escaped him. He couldn't understand how it had happened.

This Frisco booze must be something fierce," thought Billy.

His head ached frightfully and he was very sick. So sick that the room in which

he lay seemed to be rising and falling in a horribly realistic manner. Every time it

dropped it brought Billy's stomach nearly to his mouth.

Billy shut his eyes. Still the awful sensation. Billy groaned. He never had been so

sick in all his life before, and, my, how his poor head did hurt. Finding that it

only seemed to make matters worse when he closed his eyes Billy opened them

again.

He looked about the room in which he lay. He found it a stuffy hole filled with

bunks in tiers three deep around the sides. In the center of the room was a table.

Above the table a lamp hung suspended from one of the wooden beams of the

ceiling.

The lamp arrested Billy's attention. It was swinging back and forth rather

violently. This could not be a hallucination. The room might seem to be rising and

falling, but that lamp could not seem to be swinging around in any such manner

if it were not really and truly swinging. He couldn't account for it. Again he shut

his eyes for a moment. When he opened them to look again at the lamp he found

it still swung as before.

Cautiously he slid from his bunk to the floor. It was with difficulty that he kept

his feet. Still that might be but the effects of the liquor. At last he reached the

table to which he clung for support while he extended one hand toward the lamp.

There was no longer any doubt! The lamp was beating back and forth like the

clapper of a great bell. Where was he? Billy sought a window. He found some little

round, glass-covered holes near the low ceiling at one side of the room. It was

only at the greatest risk to life and limb that he managed to crawl on all fours to

one of them.

As he straightened up and glanced through he was appalled at the sight that met

his eyes. As far as he could see there was naught but a tumbling waste of water.

And then the truth of what had happened to him broke upon his understanding.

The Mucker