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from my friends to take the interurban for San Pedro at the big electric station. Before my car reached the port, dusk was falling. Whistling as I went, I walked briskly down the hill toward the wharf. As I passed an alley my name was called. I stopped in my stride and turned. Then a jagged bolt of fire seared my brain. My knees sagged. I groped in the darkness, staggering as I moved. About that time I must have lost consciousness. When I came to myself I was lying in the alley and a man was going through my clothes. A second man directed him from behind a revolver leveled at my head. Both of them were masked. "I tell you it ain't on him," the first man was saying. "We want to make dead sure of that, mate," the other answered. "If he's got it the damned thing is sewed beneath his skin," retorted the first speaker. "He's coming to. We'll take his papers and his pocketbook and set sail," the leader decided. I could hear their retreating footsteps echo down the alley and was quite sensible of the situation without being able to rise, or even cry out. For five minutes perhaps I lay there before I was sufficiently master of myself to get up. This I did very uncertainly, a little at a time, for my head was still spinning like a top. Putting my hand to the back of it I was surprised to discover that my palm was red with blood. As I staggered down to the wharf I dare say the few people who met me concluded I was a drunken sailor. The _Argos_ was lying at the opposite side of the slip, but two of our men were waiting for me with a boat. One of them was the boatswain Caine, the other a deckhand by the name of Johnson. "Split me, but Mr. Sedgwick has been hurt. What is it, sir? Did you fall?" the boatswain asked. "Waylaid and knocked in the head," I answered, sinking down into the stern on account of a sudden attack of dizziness. Caine was tying up my head with a handkerchief when the mists cleared again from my brain. "All right, sir. A nasty crack, but you'll be better soon. I've sent Johnson up to have a lookout for the guys that done it," the boatswain told me cheerily. "No use. They've gone to cover long since. Call him back and let's get across to the ship." "Yes, sir. That will be better." He called, and presently Johnson came back. "Seen anything of the scoundrels, Johnson?" demanded Caine. "Not a thing." I had been readjusting the handkerchief, but I happened to look up unexpecte
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