Darke Darrell, the Boy Detective — page 168: what you’re looking at

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DARKE DARRELL. 159 villain stole that very little girl to-night, and took her to the old hulk off the flats. At least, that is what I suspect.” ‘* Because she kind of took to you that day?” the Jersey- man asked. ‘© Oh, she went back on him worse than that afterward,” laughed Darke. ‘‘She had found a home at Kendrick’s, but the scoundrel carried her off to-night.” ‘* Kendrick’s?” asked the man. ‘‘George Kendrick! Blow me if I don’t remember seeing her with his wife, and wondered what seemed familiar about her. Well, I say, count me in for getting her back, and never a cent for the boat. Say, Mr. Darke, hadn’t I better stick a shootin’-iron in my pocket?” | . ‘‘Yes,” Darke replied. ‘‘ What’s your name week days and Sundays?” ‘¢ John Chambers, and never ashamed to give it,” bend- ing his arm, the muscles coiling up. ‘‘I saw two fellows in a boat to-day, heading for the wreck, and I’ll bet one of them was that red-whiskered, cane-carrying dandy.” ‘«*Shouldn’t wonder,” Darke said. ‘TI guess you’re well enough satisfied I’ve not been fool- ing you, whispered Jeff Potter to Darke. ‘* You'll let me slide, eh?” ‘‘Nary slide,” answered Darke, in like slang. ‘It will be a jolly row, and you needn’t clamber into the hulk if you don’t want to.” ‘¢ All right,” consented Jeff. ‘‘ I'll stay in the boat.” © ‘©Mr. Chambers, the sooner we start the more we will make out of it.” | «¢ Just so, Mr. Darke. Walk down tothe slip. Ill go through the house, and get the key to the boat, and my revolver.” Gomicbooks.¢