Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 40: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 3i CHAPTER V. ‘““ KNIVES CUT FRIENDSHIPS.” Tim Jordan was a coward; then, too, he did not lack dis- cretion. | He saw that the little detective had a great advantage over him; the boy’s face was dark with resolution; his eyes flashed ominously; 1t wasn’t a nervous finger that rested on the trigger. Tim knew that he was the aggressor, and that the sym- _pathies of the crowd were against him. He didn’t know, either, how soon the little Italian girl would spring upon him. He stopped, scowled, bit his lip, thrust his enife into his pocket, and turned on his heel. The crowd jeered. «« Knew he was made of bad stuff!” loudly commented the man, with pugilistic tendencies. Darke grinned, then put away his pistol. The conductor shook hands with him. “‘T like your grit,” he said. ‘* You took him down right bravely. ‘The railroad company will compensate you for sending those dispatches. What is your address?” ‘‘Never mind,” answered Darke, slightly embarrassed. ‘“T don’t want pay.” _ The place of the operator who was killed will no doubt be offered you.” “T am profitably employed,” replied Darke. ‘Still, you can serve me, or this little girl rather. Her father’s body should be—— Eomicbooks (E(@)