Bob Younger's Fate — page 86: what you’re looking at

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BOB YOUNGER’S FATE. 77 “Seen him with me two eyes. Av coorse I did. Didn't he go apast me through this very dure?”’ ‘Think now, me frind; did ye see his face?”’ Hayes scratched his head, which was now becom- ing somewhat addled under the influence of the liquor he had absorbed. ‘Well, now, whin I come to think, I doan’t be- lave I ia see his face, because, doan’t you see, jist as he passed me he took out his handkerchief, and give a big blast with his nose loud enough to awake the siven slapers; but the same hat, the same coat, the same pantaloons, all was there, and by the same token, Tommy Hayes would be willin’ to oidentify him by an affidavit ony time. But why do you ask?’’ ‘““Begob, and didn’t I know the lad mesilf? Haven’t I dandled him on me knee when he was only so high? Don’t I want to know all about me little frind? That’s why I ask,’’ and the mender of umbrellas seemed on the point of dissolving into tears. “Twas asad klow to all on us,’? mused the other. — ‘‘“And ye’ve niver found onything to detict the murderers?”’ “No; but moind ye, there’s a great hid wobRiEs on the case, a foine detictive, who’ll ferret out the mys- tery if ony one will.’’ ‘“Who wears this great hid you’re talkin’ about?’ “Mr. Belton’s the man.”’ “Look onything loike me?”’ Hayes gave a sniff of contempt. “Ye’ve no modesty, man. Yez couldn’t live in © the same day with him.’’ “Thank ye for your good opinion, sor. I always thought I was handsome, but ye’re the first wan — who iver told me s0,”’ } | A comicbooks:com