Tip Top Weekly No. 61: Frank Merriwell in the Mines — page 9: what you’re looking at

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FRANK MERRIWELL IN ‘THE MINES. — a | Arter gittin’ inter their holes ther most]icenses fer ridin’ them things through o’ ’em pull ther holes in arter them. |yere at the rate of five dollars a license. That’s ther kind o’ roarin? blizzard I} I am Samuel Spudd, chief justice of the be.”? feourt of ——” ‘Really, you must be a terrible man.’?} ““Git out!” roared Ben Boze, with such “Terrible! Waugh! I’m p’izen! I’m violence that Judge Spudd nearly fell more dangerous than a nest o’ rattlers. Over backwardin alarm. ‘‘Whoever told Whoop!) __ iyer ter mix in hyar till I wuz done with ‘‘Blad Melican mlan,‘’ chattered Singithese yere tenderfeet? Go chase yerself Lee, who seemed much afraid of Boze. jatere I robs ther majesty o’ ther law o’ ‘“Batee Jlat-tail files. Lookee out flo! her chief representative in Silver Bluff. him !?? | Git!” —_ ‘Land ob goodness!’ gasped Toots, ‘Ah, yest Excuse me—excuse me! | y pee e Y getting behind Frank and. peering round bane at pose, with his eves bulging from his | Judge Spudd made a wild leap to get head. “‘Inebber seen. nobody befo’ dat ‘away, and uttered a shout of pain as he could eat rat-tail files, no, sir!’ jfelt the snapper of the big whip cut a ‘The big ruffian was in his element, fot'| niece of cloth from the seat of his he believed all the boys stood in the most jt users. abject fear of him. ‘Yer ain’t got no right ter think when Ev'ry mornin? when I kin git ’em, |]’m round—none whatever,” decared the I have a nigger fer breakfast,’’ he de-| bullwhacker. ‘Ef ye’re lookin’ fer razzle clared, snapping his big whip. ; juice, wait till I- ‘gits through with these | “Dat settles it!’ gurgled the colored yere tenderfeet, an’ then you kind have boy. ‘‘I’d done po’erful sight better if: what's left o them.”? I'd let dat landslide burry me, an’ had, ‘“An’ that’ll be derned little,’’ said de whole fing done wif.’” Crooked Pete, with a grin. “*Perhaps,’’ said Frank, mildly—‘‘per-| “It looks as if we are in for trouble haps we may be able to. induce you to | here, Frank, ry said Jack Diamond, spare us the only nigger we have. If We! speaking guardedly in Merriwell’s ear. had two or three in our party’ Wwe wouldn't: ‘*Perhaps not, »” said Frank, quietly. mind letting you have one -for breakfast | We ]] keep out of trouble if we can.??- 3 to-morrow morning. : | ‘That's right,’? vawned Bruce Brown-. ‘“Mebbe Pll spare him, an’ mebbe Iling. ‘Iam not feeling very well, and I won't. That's ‘cordin’ ter how I feels. | do not care to exert myself.” | If yer rubs me ther right way o’ ther fur I ain’t so bad; but if yer rubs me ther wrong way I'm a grizzly. However did | jexamine. After a moment he said: yer durst come ridin’ inter this yere town; ‘J reckon I kin ride one o” these yer. on them things, anyhow?” things, an’ I’m goin’ ter try it. vm ‘That's exactly what I’ d like to | show yer how ter do it.” - | know,’ wheezed the stout man with the greasy clothes and red face, as he came! wheels. forward pompously. ‘‘How did you dare} ‘‘Do let him don’t it—I mean don’t let enter ther precincts of this town without}him do it!’ whispered Rattleton, ex- The attention of Ben Boze was : drawn ‘to the bicycles, which he. proceeded to He advanced to secure one of the special permit from the proper legal au- citedly.. ‘‘He will smash any bicycle le. thorities. I represent the majesty of the! tries to ride, and we ‘can't get another - law here, an’ J can supply you with! very easy in these parts.” ECOMICLO® SS (SO)