Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 82: what you’re looking at

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74. OLD SPECIE. Imagine Ben’s amazement when he saw that a man lay in the coffin. Then it was doubly intensified when he recognized the features of this intruder,.and looked upon his new comrade, Caddy Cole. That was a tableau worth producing. Old Specie lay there with his eyes rolled up, as though devoid of life. All the same, he was watching his man. “Great Cesar! what does thismean? Thar must a-been some pizen stuff in that licker I drank, or else I’m going crazy.”’ He gaped at the occupant of the coffin. That worthy could not resist the temptation to wink at him with one eye. | . “Caddy Cole, is this you, or am I off my base? Speak out, and tell me I ain’t crazy.” ! Thereupon the occupant of the silk-lined casket threw one leg over the edge and sat up. ‘‘Nothing crazy about this business, Ben. It’s me, just as big as life,’’ he said. The other recovered in a measure from the terri- ble state he had been thrown into. “What are you doing here?’’ he demanded. “Taking it easy.”’ ‘“No nonsense—what brought you here?”’ | ‘‘A train—how’d you come?”’ The other growled. ; ‘See here, Caddy Cole, you played me false.’’ “Gammon! I’m in this game for all I can make, and so are ye.”’ “This wasn’t the hole you meant to hunt when ye left me.”’ ‘‘And these ain’t the pleasantest dreams you were Gomicboo cS (E(@)