Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 169: what you’re looking at

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160 DARKE DARRELL. CHAPTER XXXIV. FOUND. Darke and Jeff hurried down to the dock, where they were soon joined by the boatman, who carried a dark lantern. | He for the first time shot a keen glance at Jeff. He was evidently not favorably impressed with him; for, though he made no comment, he curled his nose in a significant manner. He stooped, unlocked the boat, then motioned to the two men to get into it, and they silently comphed. Seizing the oars, he slowly pulled out into the stream. There was no moon, but few stars were visible, and a low- hanging mist obscured the opposite shores. Now they passed under the bow of some somber-hued vessel riding at anchor; anon, they made a wide detour to avoid being run down by a ferry-boat; the gas-lights of Jersey City grew more and more indistinct, its location at last merely marked by a white, mellow, flickering mist; soon they were in sight of the flats, bordered with reeds, and stretching inland to a wall of darkness beyond. Not a word was spoken by the men in the boat, though they kept a keen lookout in every direction. Presently the boatman dipped his oars less frequently and more cautiously, and the two passengers knew that the beached barge was somewhere just beyond. ‘The plan?” asked John Chambers, the boatman, in a whisper. ‘‘ Board,” whispered Darke, just as sententiously. John Chambers glanced meaningly at Jeff Potter. Eomicbooks:.com —