A League of Three: Boy's Detective Stratagems — page 51: what you’re looking at

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cal ; A LHAGUE OF THREE. gt! haven’t any home.” “ Where were you born?” re “Here in New York.” . “Have you no parents?” “My parents have been dead several years.” | “How old are you?” > le “}’ourteen.” | “And you have no home?” < “Nary a home.” “And how do you support yourself?” . “Any way and every way. Sometimes I sell papers, sometimes | carry baggage; don’t do nothin’ regular, but always ready to earn a cent when I can.” “You know New York pretty well?” “You bet I do.” “You know New York well?” “| know a great deal, 1 do, more than they give me eredit for, I reckon. They sometimes call me silly; the boys call me crazy Ryan. ‘That’s the reason I don’t sell papers and stay with ’em. ‘They hunt me down, so I just lay around by myself—but I’m no fool and some day they’ll find it out. I’ve been to school, I have—night school— and I’m going to be a lawyer some day, and I may save some of those fellers who’ve been caliing me crazy from jail some day.” Madie saw that Patsy was indeed anything but a fool. The lad had already done him a good service, and he said: “Where will you lodge to-night?” “Oh, Pve got a bully place.” “ Where?” : “Under the docks, where they’ve got big piles of Ium- ber; it’s a bully place. Do you want to turn in with me?” “Yes, I do.” “All mght, come along; I’ll lodge you.” The two proceeded down to the river and our hero had i COMMU MOOI