Old Specie, the Treasury Detective; or, The Harbor Lights of New York — page 87: what you’re looking at

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OLD SPECIE. | ° 79 “?*Tain’t that. We’ve got an ironclad agreement in the league.”’ Ah Lan ‘‘And the man that betrays a secret to an outsider without his, the captain’s, sanction, is doomed to a speedy death.”’ ‘‘Crickets! it must be as bad as the Italian Secret Society, or Chinese Highbinders.”’ Ben shook his head. ‘““Tt’s an orful oath. Ye’ll see for yerself, mebbe, for I’m going to see the captain about lettin’ ye come in. Remember, this business ain’t like the gal affair, which was private with one man, while in thisa dozen are agin ye if ye betray the league, each one sworn to take your life. But I won’t say any more. It’s enough.’’ Of course the detective understood, and was mightily interested, but he did not want to push matters too far. Rising up, he said: “At any rate, Ben, you see I’ve got the best of this here little game. I mean to let you into it with me, don’t forget that. As for that dude of the Fifth - avenue house, if you ever tell him I’m off, and he tackles me about it, I’1l show him a trick IJ learned in Texas of firing from my pocket, and I warrant ye’ll have to find another boss for the league. Now, this place are ony and uncomfortable. Let’s levant, old boy.” + Gomichboo cS (E(0) =|