Frank Chadwick, strolling along the water-front in Naples, stopped suddenly in his tracks and gazed in the direction from whence had come the cry of distress. Frank dashed forward toward a dirty-looking sailors' boarding house, from the inside of which he could distinguish the sounds of a struggle.…
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