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204 DETECTIVE BOB BRIDGER. “But she’s a healthy woman, and has lungs.” “And we’re healthy men, and have hands.” “IT see—muzzle her, fasten her down and the rest’s easy.” * Just so.” : “Well, when’s it to be?” “Before they get another dog—to-morrow night, does, . “Why early?” asked Ted, the bartender. CHAPTER LI. THE BURGLARS SET FORTH, “Because the whole business is as plain sailin’ as pickin’ up money from the gutter, and so’s the virtuous feelin’s of the ‘peelers’ won’t be ruffled at seein’ a gentleman carryin’ a small bundle through the streets.” “So it’s to be without back-water, and dead to rights, to- morrow night ?” “Yes, that’s what I said. And now, how do your pulses beat on it? Isita go?” And Goucher doubled his fist as if to strike the tabie. “Go it is!” exclaimed all in a chorus, striking the table | with their fists as they spoke, as to emphasize the bargain. Soon after Ted, the bartender, descended to the bar-room, and flung himself upon a mattress which he spread behind. the bar, while the others entered the apartment adjoining the “sawdust” den, and sought repose. At nine on the subsequent night Ted, the bartender, emerged from the side door of the Delancy street den and strode off toward the Bowery. Several minutes later ‘‘Jack, the Fork,” came forth, and after glancing cautiously up and down the street, started on a brisk walk in the opposite direction. “Tom, the Frog,” soon after made his appearance and, after surveying the surroundings as “Jack, the Fork,” had done, walked carelessly toward the Bowery. Five minutes elapsed, and then Goucher stepped forth upon the door-step, smoking a cigar. He stood here fora time, peering in all directions, and keeping his eyes on all passers. He, of the four men, had alone made an attempt at dis- guise. Being a large, portly man, he feared that his shape might —— ge ecomicbooks .co nm