Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 82: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. Be inking-table. Darke’s eyes happened to rest upon him, and he at once recognized him as his old street chum, Jeff Potter. Months had gone by since their conversation in the street, and Jeff had been making rapid advances in his career of crime. Darke felt uneasy. Should Jeff recognize him he would at once denounce him. Darke hurried on, pretending to be interested in some of the other processes, the two men still acting as chaperons. One of the workmen, with a green shade over his eyes, was engraving a copper-plate, and Darke stopped to watch him, not so closely, though, as not to keep one on Jeff Potter. Suddenly his heart fell within him, for he saw Jeff bustling forward. He stopped in front of Darke and looked him squarely in the face. ‘< Precardo!”’ he exclaimed, pointing at Darke. ‘‘ Pre- cardo! That is Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective of Bal- timore.” GEomicbooks.¢co