Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 153: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 145 . until the two pistol shots were heard and the noise ceased. Then he awoke to life. Turning upon the other he hissed: ‘“‘T know you now, curse you—a detective !”’ He went to raise his weapon. Old Specie was at home here, He, too, had seen service in the Southwest, and could shoot from the hip in a manner that was won- derful, to say the least. A single shot sounded. Snyder gave a cry. His right arm fell helpless at his side, and the weapon it held dropped to the floor. He gave one alarmed look at the man in front, and then bounded up the stairs. Old Specie followed after, but a door was slammed shut,.a key turned in the ee, and he HUES him- self kept at bay. A voice called him below. Looking down the stairs he saw John. The latter’s clothes were more dilapidated than ever, and blood flowed from scratches on his hands and face. Evidently he had not come out of the affair with the big dog entirely whole. Old Specie called him up to take ahandin the game about to begin. CHAPTER XX. CAUGHT UP THE FLUE. Back of that door was a desperate man, ready to fight for his hfe. cComichboo (E(0) =| cS