Tip Top Weekly No. 61: Frank Merriwell in the Mines — page 11: what you’re looking at

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FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE MINES. 9 Despite the fact that this man had worn! ‘‘If you try to harm that boy in stich a Mexican clothes, trimmed with silver! | way you'll be committing suicide,’ de- lace, and the mountings of his horse’s clared the Man from Mexico. ‘“‘It will outfit had been of silver, there was that, not be a good thing for you to try it in his manner which had prevented any of | when I ain not looking, either, for I shall the tough citizens of the town from pick-| ‘hear about it.”? ing a quarrel with him. He wore no| ‘You must be stuck on ther kid,” visible weapons, but all who saw him felt; muttered Crooked Pete. that he. could produce a ‘‘gun’’ in the| ‘‘J am stuck on anybody I desire to see twinkling of an eye. (given a fair show just as much as I am The business of the stranger was not,stuck on him. I have said enough, and I apparent, but he stopped in Silver Bluff, | think you understand,’ 7 and soon made it apparent that he had; Then he let go of the weapon, and money to pay for anything he ordered. ‘coolly turned his back on the hunchback. That he was familiar with the ways of) Crooked Pete was seized with a burn- the West and knew how to make him-jing desire to shove the weapon against self solid by leaving enough ‘‘dust”’ at, ‘Smith’s coat and put a bullet clean the Golden Eagle to pay for a round of; through the man, but there was some- drinks for every man in town. — ithing in the careless manner of the At the one hotel of Silver Bluff the| white-haired stranger that made the little stranger registered simply as ‘‘Mr. Smith, | cutthroat afraid. | Mexico,’’ and the citizens immediately |! ! _“*#He’d never turn his back that way ef fell to speaking ofhim as ‘‘the man from/|he didn’t hev some other galoot ter bore Mexico.” = |me ef I tried to drop him foul,’’ thought Smith had scarcely spoken to anybody! Pete, and then he slowly put up his save the proprietor of the hotel and the revolver. barkeeper_ of the Golden Eagle since | By this time Frank Merriwell had coin- entering Silver Bluff, but now having’ :pelled Ben Boze to elevate his hands and seen Frank Merriwell disarm Ben Boze hold them above his head. | and get the drop on the ruffian with | ‘‘Holee smokee!’’ chattered Sing Lee,- Boze’s own weapon, the man from Mexico, grinning in a way that showed he appre- ventured.to express a belief that the boy'| | ciated the humor of the situation. ‘‘Meli-. could take care of himself. | ‘can bloy glood flo slomething sidee lidin? “Wa-al,’? growled the hunchback, ‘two wheelee. My glacious! Melican bloy “thar can’t no tenderfoot use my pard | vely smalt—vely smalt!” Bose that way an’ keep a whole skin.” | ‘Yah! yah! yah!" laughed ‘Toots. Then with a murderous glarice in his: ‘‘When dey done fools wif dat chile dey small eyes, Crooked Pete snapped. out ajmeks de bigges’ kind ob mistake—yes, revolver, I gag Po The deformed ruffian \ was not given al “Whatever be. yer goin’ ter ‘do: with chance to use his gun. me, tenderfoot ?’ growled Boze, uneasily. “Go slow,’’? calmly commanded the | ‘Goin’ ter keep me hyar with my chan’s Man from Mexico, as his hand closed on/in ther air all night??? | the weapon. ‘‘Give the. boy a square’ ‘Oh, no, my dear sir,’” smiled Frank, deal.” — | 3 am going to give you a little advice, A snarl escaped the hunchback’s lips, |and then I want you. to get out. In the but when he. looked up and saw the ex-| first piace, I want to warn you not to. pression. in Smith’s. eyes he wilted ——— any of my friends while we rée- diréctly. main in town.’ COMIC OOO S$} o(CO)