Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 114: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL, . | 105 “**The girl likes you, and solong as you keep on the fair side of her, well and good,” Aunt Carlina added. <‘ Cross her once or twice, and it won’t be so good,” with a meaning leer. : ‘Try these on, cap,” Patsey said, showing Tim a pair of handcufts. The ruffian extended his hands without protesting against the indignity. ‘“Not me, too?” asked Aunt Carlina, imploringly, her sharp cheek bones growing sharper. ‘Why not, pray?” and Patsey grinned. “No,” cut in Aree ‘*T’ll be responsible for her. She will not run away.” ‘¢ Hardly, with my ankle sprained as it is,” declared she, her face distorted with pain. ‘‘ Mr. Darrell, I am badly hurt. My shoulder should be looked after.” Darke approached her with the lamp, and keenly eyed her. | “Tl get you out of this as soon as I can,” hesaid. ‘‘I see you are in considerable pain.” One of the detectives was left in charge of the two prisoners, and Darke, followed by his companions, pushed on toward the counterfeiters’ den. He showed his chum the shattered pane of glass through which he had hurled his dispatches. When they arrived in the work-room, they found nobody to arrest except the helpless old man whom Darke had dealt such a staggering blow but a little while before. The others, Jeff Potter included, had effected their escape in one direction or another. : They had left behind them, however, their presses, tools, plates, dies, spurious coin, etc., and Darke felt that it was a capture which would add considerably to his fame. The pretended Pedro Cassandra dead, Tim Jordan a prisoner, GEomichbooks.G¢