Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 102: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 33 _ The rest of the gang were swearing roundly, and were trying to break the door open from the other side. All this did not occupy as much time as we do in narrat- ing it. Darke raised a window—a leap—then another—and his feet touched the paved court. He ran swiftly to the gate, and unfastened it at the first attempt. Just as he darted out of the gate .he was seized by two men. He struggled desperately against them, but found it of no avail. ‘«“You may as well simmer down,” advised one of his ° captors. ‘‘This is an outrage,” declared Darke, glaring into the speaker’s face. The man grinned, and took possession of Darke’s re- volver. ‘‘That will cost you more than you have any idea of,” Darke said, menacingly. «Oh, of cowrse!”’ laughed the man. ‘‘Whom do you take me for?” fiercely asked Darke. ‘Hor what you are,” answered the man; ‘‘ one of a gang of counterfeiters. We have had our eyes on this house for some time.” «‘Oh!” ejaculated Darke, who felt quite relieved. ‘‘ You are detectives. Why didn’t you say so sooner?” ‘«“You have found it out soon enough,” rejoined the officer. ‘Any more rats to come out of the same hole? Boys, I think I have got the laugh on you,” Darke said, with a grin. ‘‘We work in the same mine. | am Darke Darrell, the boy detective of Baltimore. The two men looked at each other. «‘That’s too thin,” one of them said. ‘All right,” answered Darke, with a shrug of resigna- tion. “Jog along with me. I’ve only to telegraph to Mr, Vincent Marks, chief of the Baltimore Detective Force, comicbooks co