Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 24: what you’re looking at

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16 OLD SPECIE, He pretended not to notice the many signals which the glib-tongued man who had him in tow made to a fellow across the street, and which ex- plained the game. After quite a stroll Charles said: ‘‘Here we are, squire.’”’ “Air this the house?’ dubiously eying a grim looking building that seemed to be deserted, as the shutters were nearly all closed. “Yes, this is where they hold out. Now, squire, if you feel any way timid about——”’ “Timid? Man alive, I’m the captain of the Squash- town militia. I’m all nerve, I am. Feel my arm, and then ask if I’m timid.?’’ His arm was trembling. Charles could see that the other was greatly excited. “You know there’s only two of them, and we number that many. We’ll get ’em. You remember the plan we arranged, squire?”’ ‘Don’t I, though? I’ll show ’em somethin’! They ain’t got no Sam Jacks to deal with this time.’’ “That they haven’t.”’ ‘‘I’m ready to go in, Charles.’’ “One word first, squire. These men, you under- stand, are desperate fellows. We may have trouble yet. Are you armed?”’ ‘Well, rather.” ‘You know the arrangement we made was for me to suddenly appear on the scene when you gave the signal, and cover the fellows.”’ ‘“That’s so.’’ “Now, I have no_ pistol—let me have yours.’’ The squire took an old-fashioned flint lock affair out of his pocket. “Be keerful of it, Charles, That’s the identical SS) “Comichboo com ‘