Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 66: what you’re looking at

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58 OLD SPECIE. An obstacle presented itself. This was in the shape of Ben Bolt. He believed their game was discovered, and that this unknown might raise an alarm. Filled with sudden passion he sprang at the other and struck him a terrific blow. It would have felled an ox almost. The stranger went down as if struck by light- ning, and lay motionless upon the ground. ‘Have ye killed him, Ben?” asked the other, alarmed at the issue. ‘Reckon not, but he deserves it, curse him.’’ “Whois-her’ “One Jack Ramsay.”’ “Ye seem to know him.”’’ ‘‘T’ve seen the young feller afore,’’ doggedly. “See here, what relation does he bear to the gal of the coffin?’’ ‘‘None to the one in thar now; reckon he never set eyes on her.’’ “Then to this poor girl who is dead?”’ ‘‘He was her lover.’’ eee ay ERG , Old Specie said no more. As he turned away, however, he cast a tender, pitying glance upon the motionless form of the young man lying on the cold ground. — Poor fellow! He had come to mourn at the tomb where they had laid away his heart’s desire, and to his amaze- ment and horror had found unknown men issuing forth from the place, bearing a human body wrapped in a mantle. No wonder, as the true force of the situation burst upon him, that his brain almost went aflame, and he co Gomicbooks 45