Tip Top Weekly No. 61: Frank Merriwell in the Mines — page 7: what you’re looking at

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FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE MINES. Then a broad-shouldered, rough-look-! found in the average mining-camp hotel. ” ing man, at least six feet tall and solid as | an ox, wearing a red shirt and carrying | by a heavy rawhide whip in his hand, came| stalking out of the saloon. One look this man took in the direc- tion indicated by the dancing Chinaman, and then he turned to roar into the saloon: | “Come out hyar, ther hull shootin’ match o’ yer! Hyar is a sight fer sore eyes! Move lively, critters.’’ There wasarush of heavy feet within the saloon, and nearly a dozen men, the most of them rough and tough in ap- pearance, caine pouring. out by the door, for. they all knew it meant something unusual when Ben Boze spoke in that manner. _ Exclamations of unspeakable amaze- ment broke from their lips when they looked up the one street of the town and saw five lads, dressed in uniform suits and mounted on handsome bicycles, ap- proached swiftly. Wa-al, dern these yar two eyes Qo? mine!’ rasped Crooked Pete, a hunch- back and one of the ‘‘bad men”? of the town. ‘‘ Whenever did I ever see anything like that afore? Waugh!” ~ “©Tenderfeet!’’ cried another. _ “An? bisuckles!’ shouted yet another. | “How. durst they enter the precincts of this city without first consulting me and obtaining permits to do so?’’ cried a short, thick man, who had an abnormally | large stomach, a very red face and a husky voice. “They are laying them- selves liable and amenable to the law. Whar is the city marshal??? . “The five boys were Frank Merriwell and his friends, and they came on toward the Golden Eagle, apparently quite un- disturbed by the excitement their appear- ance had created. ~ “That Jooks like a hotel,’ 2 said Harry Rattleton, ‘and the crowd i in. front of it isa. fair. ‘sample. ‘of the ‘guests’ to. be! ‘Toots. oa ae “They seem to be somewhat disturbed our presence,’? murmured Bruce ‘Browning. ‘‘We are getting to be great | curiosities out in this country.’? ‘‘Nebber seen no such ignerent pussons in all mah life!’’ came disdainfully from. Toots. ‘‘Seems lek dey nebber saw no college gemman on bisuckles out heah.*? ‘‘“Are you going to stop here, Frank?» asked Jack Diamond. “Wes,’? nodded Merriwell. ‘‘It is a long distance to the next town, and the road is a bad one, so we will try to find accommodations here for the night. °” ‘(Mah soul an’ body!’? gurgled Toots: “*¥ don’ lek de looks ob dem pusscus, Marser Frank. Dey has got a mighty ba-a-ad way ob standin’ wif their han’s on tleir hips clost teh dem big revolvers." ‘They are not half as bad as they look, Toots,’ declared Merriwell. ‘‘They seem to take that rough and dangerous appear- ance from their surroundings—the moun- tains, the gulches and the ragged rocks.. ‘I haven’t a doubt but some of them are as mild and harmless as doves.’ ‘'Mebbe dat am so, Marser Frank, but I don’t lek dat kind ob doves—no, sar!’ As they approached the Golden Eagle Sing Lee grew more and more excited. He waved his hands over his head, danc- ing and chattering like a monkey. © Of a sudden, when the boys were near at hand, the Celestial uttered a wild yell and started to run across the street in. He got a little more than half way across, and then seemed to: change his mind, for he wheeled round front of the riders, to-run back. Instead of running back to the saloon,. however, Sing Lee ran straight into Toots, . middle of the street. “My glacious!”” wailed Sing Lee. ‘“‘Land ob -wartermillions! gasped 5 and bicycle, colored boy and ‘Chinaman came down ina heap in ‘the: GONMGIOO in