“[SHALL I LAY YOU OUT A PIECE OF THIS? IT’S DOG CHEAP. JUST LOOK AT THAT STUFF.]”
Will Somers,
THE BOY DETECTIVE.
BY CHARLES MORRIS.
CHAPTER I.
LOOKING FOR WORK.
“Got any opening in these diggin’s for a feller of my size and good looks?”
The speaker was a boy of some sixteen years of age, a well-built, athletic lad, the sinewy development of his limbs showing through more than one rent in his well-worn clothes.
His claim to good looks was indisputable. A bright black eye gave character to a face of classical outline, straggling curls of dark hair hanging low over his olive-hued cheeks and brow, while his nose and mouth had all the fine curves of the Grecian type.
“What do you want?” asked the gentleman addressed, in a curt tone.