Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 108: what you’re looking at

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100 ~ OLD SPECIE, Stealthily crawling along, he was soon crouching directly beneath it. Because of the noise made by the music and the dancers, those who talked would have to speak in loud tones. | Thus he could hope to hear at least a portion of what was said. Sure enough, the result justified his suspicions in this line. _ Ben was speaking. ‘‘T allow things is workin’ first rate, captain, but it’s wise for we uns to put by a wad for a rainy day,”’ he said. “Well, you’re doing it, Ben.”’ : The reply was drowned in a more than ordinary burst of music and revelry. ‘“‘Curse the racket, anyhow. Now, see here, Ben, what about this new man? You were saying some- thing of him.’’ The ‘‘new man’’ pricked up his ears. He did not want to lose a word. | If Ben Bolt meant to betray him to the chief, this was the time. His future would be guided almost entirely by the other’s reply. | “You mean Caddy Cole.’’ ‘Ts that his name—a queer one?”’ ‘‘And he’s a queer fellow, but smart as a steel trap. Thar ain’t nothing he don’t know. You orter seen him get us out of that old tomb when the door snapped shut.”’ The detective grinned. Praise from Sir Hubert was praise indeed. He felt like shaking hands with himself. Ben did not mean to betray him. =| comichooks rele)