Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 165: what you’re looking at

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156 DARKE DARRELL. CHAPTER XXXIII. IN PURSUIT. Jeff Potter turned into a by-street, neither looking back nor attempting to run away. He knew that Darke would carry out his threat; besides, he was anxious to earn the money which Darke had offered. ee He kept on toward the wharves, but when he reached the shadows of a tall, narrow, gloomy-looking warehouse, Darke called to him to stop. «“This is as good a place for a talk as any other,” he added. ‘As to talk the less there is of it the better. Hand over your pistol, Jeff.” ‘‘Oh, no,” returned Jeff, ‘‘I couldn’t do that.” ‘‘T’]l not give you more than half a minute to decide,” Darke said. Jeff heard the click of a pistol, and at once handed his weapon to Darke. «“That’s purty rough,” he muttered. : ‘“You shall have it again,” rejoined Darke. ‘‘ Now- adays I scarcely trust anybody. Now, tell me where the girl is, and I'll keep my word about the money.” ““T don’t know where the girl is,” declared Jeff. ‘I didn’t tell you that I did.” ‘You can tell me where Tim Jordan is, and that is about the same. Sheis with him.” _ | “©? don’t lke to ‘sell’ Tim,” demurred Jeff. ‘‘ It’s him you are after, and not the girl.” “No, Jeff. Dd rather he wouldn’t cross my path. The girl was stolen from her parents years ago. There is a re- Gomicbooks.com d