Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 26: what you’re looking at

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18 OLD SPECIE. The man turned on him with an oath, and Bon Ger demanded the bag. This was the time for the signal. Sure enough, when the supposed farmer gave it, his confederate appeared in the room. ‘‘Cover him, Charles; I’ve got the plunder.’’ Charles did cover, but instead of the bunco man it was the farmer he leveled the pistol at. ‘Drop that satchel, you old fool. Don’t*you see you’re inatrap. Drop it and skip out, or we'll beat the life out of you,’’ said Charles. ~ “Young man, I said that pistol was a terror when properly loaded. That don’t happen to be the case now.+ Here’s one that ain’t been in the family so long, but it means business.”’ With that he leveled a revolver at them. ‘‘Now it’s my turn to say skip, you rascals. You got hold of the wrong man that time. I'll give you ten seconds to clear the room. If you're here then, Pll land you in the Tombs.”’ “Jupiter! a detective!’ ‘Sold, by thunder !”’ | The two green-goods men took in the situation, and halted not upon the order of their going. They clattered out of the building like wildfire, leaving the detective master of the situation and in possession of the spoils. He could afford to laugh. This had been the best day’s work that Heal come in his way for some time. Besides, he had learned something connected with the case he pursued. small things count in a game like this, and the de- -tective was not averse to picking up a clew wherever he found it, € cS (Ele) comicboo