Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 171: what you’re looking at

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162 DARKE DARRELL. in his muscular grasp, and securely bound him with a stout cord, which he drew from his pocket. The face and shoulders of Baldy Jones appeared above the hold. There was a half-surprised, half-sleepy look on his face. «Step up here altogether,” ordered Darke, leveling his — istol. ‘ The ruffian stared, took in all the points of the situasion, and slowly ascended to the deck. His first thought was to spring overboard, but John Chambers stood too suspiciously near. It took but a minute to disarm and pinion the ruffian. Darke looked down into the hold. “Ts there a light down there?” he asked, addressing Baldy Jones. - No,” answered he. «¢ Any more of your crew there?” 66 No. td ‘¢ Let him find out for himself,” Barely Tim. ‘“‘T intend to,” replied Darke. ‘‘I expect to find Leo- tine Cassandra in there.” ‘““ Oh, you are after the girl, eh?” a look of surprise on his face, his lips twitching. ‘“T could never guess how you tracked her here.” ; Darke leaned over the side of the barge. “Jeff,” he called, “just fling that dark lantern to me.” Up came the lantern, Darke catching it, and turning or the light. ‘‘ Baldy,” growled Tim, ‘‘Jeff Potter ‘gave us away.’ I always mistrusted him.” “I took him first,” retorted’ Darke. ‘‘ He couldn’t help himself. He gave me no information about the girl. He had none to give.” | Jeif kept well under the shadow of the old hulk, not Eomirebooks.co