Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 12: what you’re looking at

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BONNY. JEAN. 5 there was an uneasy, restless glitter in the latter as he hurried inside the cabin and glanced around cautiously. ‘“You wanted to see me, Conway?” he whispered, nervously. ** You wished to have that little matter settled, did you not ?” The old man turned his head slowly on the pillow, and glanced at the new-comer. ‘‘Ah, Black !” he faltered, ‘‘you're there, are you? Wal, bring the paper—quick, while I’ve got strength left to sign it. You're a good sort o’ a chap, Black.” The man drew slowly near the bedside with a cat-like tread, a folded paper in his hand. His eyes shone with a fierce, greedy glare, and he trembled with repressed excitement. There were pen and ink on a rude shelf near. He dipped the pen into the ink and placed it in Conway’s trembling hand—passing his arm around the eld man’s shoulders, and supporting him as he did so. The sound of approaching footsteps fell on his ears, and made him start guiltily. ‘« Sign /” he cried, hurriedly, indicating the spot with his forefinger. Slowly and laboriously the old man traced the letters with the trembling hand that would soon be cold in death ; slowly and - tremulously—but at last the name stood there, plain and star- ing—‘‘ David Conway!” ‘Then he fell back on the pillow pant- ing and exhausted. ‘‘The witnesses !” he gasped, feebly—‘‘call some one to witness, ” Just outside the cabin, two men—rough, illiterate fellows— were loitering. Black beckoned them to enter. ‘Here, Burns—Norris,” he said, in his soft, sleek voice, his glittering black eyes studying their bearded faces attentively. ‘Mr. Conway has been arranging his worldly affairs, and we need witnesses to the document. Sign your names, if you please, here,” pointing to the proper place. One after the other the two men scrawled their signatures, and then Black folded the document and thrust it into his Eomichooks (ee) =