Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 41: what you’re looking at

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- ; OLD SPECIE. anes: ‘“Hxcuse me this time,’’ laughed the jovial officer in command of the patrol boat. ‘““You see it’s a pleasure trip ’mon. Good-night, captain, and success to you.’ ‘The same to you, friend.’’ Then darkness fell, as the slide was dropped over the hight. He could hear the boat of the police patrol cut- ting through the water, as it ran to the next bulk- head, and once more the detective was left alone ap- parently on the black river. He was anxious to complete his task, and kept on investigating each possible hiding- place on his route. At length the ferry slip was reached, below which he had had the last glimpse of the boat he sought so assiduously. That ended it for the present. He had his own ideas about the subject, and could give a guess as to the truth. Perhaps the men had abandoned their boat after leaving it, and it had floated out in the river far enough to be beyond range of his vision when he came down. Then there was another theory. Some of these docks and piers, being old and an- tiquated, it was possible to hide a boat beneath them —indeed, there were places that the dock rats used - as dens, reached through some opening where the heavy planks had been knocked off in times past. Tying his boat with the remnant of painter left, the government detective walked away. He had done his best to run Ben Bolt to earth on- this night, and only failed because circumstances were against him, Gomichoo SS) (ele) eh