Laura Brayton — page 117: what you’re looking at

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108 LAURA ae YTON. “What?” Giened Nathan, isoking at his blistered hand tearfully. “A holiday,” said Sharp, with a dry laugh. “And then,” he added, “if you spend it right and are lucky enough to find the man with the red scar, I'll give you——” “ Another holiday, I s*pose,” groaned poor Nathan, with a look of wretchedness. : “Yes, and fifty dollars to spend on it, too,” said Sharp. : “Good! good! I’ve had the luck to find her, and Vl find him. Il’ll work for fifty dollars—oh, how Vll work, for that is more money than I ever had of my own.” “Go to your old quarters, Joe, and wait till you hear from me,” said the lawyer. ~“T reckon I-can manage this case alone.” | “T’m short o’ money!” said ‘the ruffian, slapping his hand down over his pocket. “ Doin’ nothin’ and payin’ my board in a ’otel, counts up, not to think of the drinks a fellow has to take when he isn’t at work.” Sharp sighed, but he pulled out his pocket-book, selected a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to Joe. Nathan sighed also as he saw the money passed, and as Joe went out he muttered: “That was his pay for choking me. I’d have told all I knew for half of it. But I’ll be even with him yet—see if I don’t. I hope I’ll see him hung yet.” comicbooks co