Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 23: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 15 “Like as not they skipped the place when they heerd I was coming,”’ he said. His companion could hardly keep the grin off his face. He thought he had never met with a softer snap in all his born days. The mention of that nice little wad of greenbacks made his eyes fairly snap. It would not burden the pocket of the old farmer if he could help it. Being compassionate, it went against his nature to see an old man like this staggering around under such a load, and he would try his best to relieve him of it. “Took here, Squire Gray, a friend of mine got bit on that game some time ago, and I know where the swindlers hold out.’’ , “Do tell.”’ “T declared that some day I’d beat ’em at their own game, if I could only find a soul daring enough to back me up.’’ “That’s me, Charles.”’ “Will you do it?”’ 4 ‘Yes. 93 ‘*When?’’ | “Right away. This wad is gettin’ lonesome in my pocket—makes me walk one sided, an’ I need another to even me up.”’ “Squire, it’s ago. Come along, and on the way we'll arrange our plan of campaign.”’ “We'll smite the enemy hip and thigh, and re- venge poor Sam Jacks.” So they sauntered on. Old Specie seemed to be guileless, — Comicbooks co =|