Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 166: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL, 157 ward for her restoration, and I’m willing to share it with you. Now, Jeff, come right square to business.” Jeff lifted his hand to his mouth and glanced cautiously about him. ‘* Honor bright, eh?” he asked, his freckled face widen- ing. “‘ Honor bright,” echoed Darke. ‘¢'Then it’s a go,” rejoined Jeff. ‘I wouldn’t want Tim to—to reflect on me. He’s aboard a barge.” ‘¢ What barge?” ‘¢The Fire-Fly.” *¢ Anchored off here?” ‘‘Two or three miles up the river, opposite the flats; not anchored but beached—and so long that she’s little more than a hulk now.” ‘¢ You know how to find it?” ‘‘T was there yesterday.” ‘« Did he say anything to you about taking the girl?” “No.” ‘¢ Who was with him?” ‘* Baldy Jones.” “‘T don’t know him,” Darke said. ‘‘I’m quite sure, though, that the girl is aboard that hulk. You’ll row down there?” ‘‘Nary time,” growled Jeff. ‘Ill git into trouble with Tim. I wasn’t to show you—I wasn’t only to tell you.” ‘«¢ Any boats to be hired near here?” ‘In that house,” pointing toward the docks, ‘‘ lives a man who has boats to hire.” ‘We'll see if he’ll oblige us,” Darke said, giving Jeff a ‘slight forward push. ‘‘Of course you are to show me. You might be selling me instead of Tim. Now, just dry up,” sharply, for Jeff was demurring. ‘I’m running this train. You're a passenger in it, and you must go all the Gomicbooks (E(0)