Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 103: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 95 tion and interest, and realized that she was more than an ordinary girl. When he had done, she voluntarily gave him her delicate hand. ‘What other friend have I nu you, sir. Do as you will. I shall obey your orders.’ “You are a sensible young lady. Depend upon it, i shall defeat these bold schemes of this uncle of yours, and send him where he belongs, to the State prison.’ He had no further time to spend here, as he needed rest and recuperation in order to go on with the good work the next night. So, with a few last words to them all, he departed once more for the station. He kept a bright lookout. No signs of Ben Bolt were seen. That worthy had undoubtedly been carried to the city on the train. He would wait until night to question his new colleague with regard to his strange actions in jump- | ing off the train and leaving him in the lurch. CHAPTER XIII. UNDER THE WINDOW. Night again. Once more the scene changes from the peaceful fields far above the Harlem River to the dens of Water and South streets. The evening was young when the detective, in his character of the old sailor man, walked into the place where he had already met with adventures, as narrated in previous chapters. _ cS (C0) Eomicboo