The Twin Detectives; or, The Robbers of the Tomb — page 165: what you’re looking at

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156 THE TWIN DETECTIVES. - ‘Well, do it; Dr. Story is out,” said the woman who had instigated the rebellion. ‘*T know he is; I harnessed the horse for him.” Dennison hurried away, and in a few moments a tremen- dous uproar sounded from a male ward. It was soon over; the single attendant had no chance against a score of men, who were burning with rage over the memory of past ill-treatment. Dennison now returned, heading a body of men who closely resembled the women in style and dress. Some wore the remains of what were once elegant gar- ments; others rough clothing—all looked half-starved and wretched. ‘““Now for Triggy!” called out Matty, who had assumed the position of ringleader. They all passed down stairs in a body shouting and laugh- ing. ‘They were wild with joy at the prospect of escape from this dreary prison. Triggy was a short, stout man, with a round, red face, and shining bald head. He started in astonishment when he saw the troop of patients, male and female, come down the stairs, shouting and joyful. ‘« Hullo, Triggy! how are you?” cried Matty. ‘What do ye mane by this uproar?” inquired the guar- dian angel of Dr. Story’s institution for nervous patients. ‘<We mane to bid ye good-by, Triggy,” said the red- haired woman. ‘<T guess not, while I have the cape bel replied the warden, _ firmly. ‘Give us the keys, Triggy, or we may hurt you,” said Dennison. “What do ye‘want wid the kays?” whined Triggy, who now began to feel frightened. _ ** We are going to leave this place.” ‘¢ But whatever will the master say?” Gomicbooks Eo