Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 163: what you’re looking at

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154 DARKE DARRELL. ~ am willing to let you up easily, but there’s a bit of informa- tion I want you to give me.” = «‘T’m not ‘newsy,’” growled Jeff. ‘¢T want to know where Tim Jordan is.” «© And I'll not tell you.” ‘But I think you will,” a dark, meaning look on the de- tective’s face. ‘‘I’m not after him, Due after Leotine, the girl. He carried her off this evening.” Jeff’s sluggish eyes enlarged. Evidently it was news 8 him. ‘‘T want you to tell me where Tim ‘hangs up.’” Darke said, in an undertone, but determinedly. ‘‘If I get the girl through anything you may tell me, Ill give you five hundred dollars. If you refuse to tell me anything, Ill take you here and now, dead or alive,” a menacing sparkle in his eyes. Jeff was a coward, and avaricious besides. He was slowly coming to a conclusion. “* You'll take me?” he asked. ‘‘ What for? How?” “With a warrant I have. You don’t forget where we met last, eh?” “My memory’s as good as most folks,” answered J eff. “What if I haven’t anything to tell?” ‘But you have,” insisted Darke. ‘* And the five hundred dollars?” ‘¢ Will be paid down.” ‘“« By asking you for it?” ‘It’s worth that little additional trouble, isn’t it?” ‘You'll arrest me?” “No, Jeff. You help me find the girl, and I’ll never trouble you about by-gones.” Jeff passed his hand over his freckled face. “* Have a glass of beer, Darke?” he asked. “No.” : ‘It’s pesky hot in here, Darke, and the fellers are be- Eomicbooks.co