Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 85: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. 77 “Caddy, d’ye know, ’m near takin’ ye at yer word, and jinin’ hands.’’ ‘Better doit, Ben. Yell find ’m the man to sail with every time. Look atit reasonably. Ye don’t dare tell the captain I’ve gone back on him, for he sorter holds ye responsible for my conduct. Any- how, I’v got a hold, an’ I’m like a bull-dog, my grip never gives.” “Caddy, I’m with you.”’ ‘Shake on it.’’ Thereupon these two worthy rascals clasped hands and clinched their bargains. Old Specie hardly knew how sincere the other was in his professions. Time would tell that. He had to believe in him, or pretend to, at any rate, which was the same Eb tiisr. “Krom this time on we’re chums in the business, eh, Ben?”’ ‘“‘Chums it are, old feller.”’ “And we'll ring it cold on that gent when he don’t expect it.” 4 Yes. 43 “Kirst of all, we'll milk dios dry on the starboard tack, which we re on now.’ ‘*T see, I see.’ “Then, when we’ve dake with him there, it’s come about on the port tack, and threaten him with this girl.”’ “He'll kick,”’ “Tet him. The harness’ll hold, an’ he can’t smash the cart when Caddy Cole holds the lines.” “Bless me if I think he will, ’? murmured the other. He seemed to have become more and more nate (E(@ EComicbooks