The Yankee Champion — page 115: what you’re looking at

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vv, 108 THE YANKEE CHAMPION. and nothing could move it but malignant triumph, or deadly fear. He knew no power of conscience. “Silas Ryan, itis your first turn!’’ said Wimper, as he held the pieces close in his hand. ‘‘Choose your number.’’ Ryan shook like a freezing child. “Three!’’? fell from his lips in a hoarse whisper, and he gazed intently upon the lips of the Indian to catch the first movement they should make. ‘“Blank!’’ pronounced Wimper, drawing the num- ber and throwing it upon the table. ‘“Tiuke can’t say I did it!’’ murmured Silas Ryan to himself, as he sank back in his chair and let forth a long breath that had been confined in his POROUS “Goss, you come next.”’ ‘Well, I’ll take five,’’ said Goss, with a slight tremulousness in his tone. A pin might have been heard to dot in any part of the room, as all eyes were turned anxiously upon the Indian. The number was drawn and laid by the side of © the other. It was a blank, “Dow, your turn next,’’ said Wimper, as he held | up the pieces. “Kead, gentlemen,’’ uttered Dow, while a pallor actually manifested itself upon his réd, bloated face, -*7’ll forfeit the next ten pounds I get, if you’ll let me off,”’ “No, no—go on.’’ He gazed hard at the ends of the three papers, and, villain as he was, he shuddered fearfully at the thought of being obliged to dip his hands in the blood of the boy. He could boast, for it was his nature, and he could deceive, for it was natural to —-- ooo