Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 86: what you’re looking at

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78 OLD SPECIE. ished at the boldness and originality of the man he had run across so queerly. There was something about the detective that at- tracted him. ‘‘Now, where’s the gal, Caddy ?’’ The other laughed. ‘Safe. ’’ ‘*Ain’t you goin’ to tell me?’’ ‘*Not yet.”’ “Blest if that ain’t too bad, when I’m yer chum, and orter share in the secret.”’ ‘Quite correct, Ben. We orter have no secrets from each other.’’ ‘‘In course not.’ ‘“Then suppose ye fire away and tell me what ye re keepin’ back about this here other business I’m to get into soon.”’ Ben started and looked keenly at him. ‘That hain’t got anything to do with what we’re on—it’s another lay entirely.’’ “Jest so. Well, when you see fit to take me into your confidence I’ll reciprocate.”’ ‘The devil you say.’’ ‘‘In other words, Ben, when you tell me what this other business is, and all about it, I’ll let ye know whar I’ve hid the gal.’’ Ben deliberated. “IT don’t dare do it yet, not till I’ve got the per- mission of the captain.”’ “What prevents ye?”’ ‘*My oath.’’ The other laughed. “Youre the last man I’d believe cared miele about his oath.’’ Gomilecboo cS (Eo) 3