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106 LAURA BRAYTON, “What have you done?” asked Sharp, eagerly, for he began to believe that Nathan really had some- thing important to disclose. “T’ve been and gone and found out where Miss Laura lives!” cried Nathan, loudly. » “Where—where?” gasped Sharp, springing from his chair. “Hand out the greenbacks, or nary a time will I tell,” cried Nathan, feeling that for the first time in his life he was master of his master. “You want a little bit o’ squeezing, don’t you, young ’un?” growled Joe, springing like a tiger-on Nathan and clutching his long, bony fingers about his throat. “That’s it. Choke it out of him. The dog, to think that I must fee him, for doing his duty!” cried Sharp. Poor Nathan struggled feebly. But Joe was a giant in strength—the miserable clerk was a child in his grasp. His eyes and tongue protruded, a purple hue darkened his face; he could not breathe. Joe relaxed his pressure a little to give Nathan a chance to. speak if he would. : “Do you give in, quill-driver? Do you give in?” he growled. Nathan gasped, got ina breath, and then gasped out: “T’ll die first!” “Good—you’re game, you are. But I’ve had just such chickens afore. IT1l choke you some, but roast you more. Boss, lock your door inside and then light a lamp.” Sharp hurried to obey, RHINE Joe held Nathan so that he could neither move nor maké a noise. The door was locked and the lamp lighted. © (ee) ~ E€omicboo S) +. <A < 3 SP ob : AS @