Pulp Fiction, 1868 · page 94 of 116
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. wher 118 rou; awake, andbeaman. They wait.” And ceasing his disjointed talk, which had continued while he de- scended the steps, taking the horses to the sheds, and «iv them food, he once more turne toward the house, turning over in his mind the wisest plan of escape from the consequences of his past crimes, which had served him so little for warning, that he had re- cently attempted to murder the peddier, » He rejected the only truly wise one, te until he should have found it im- sible to do otherwise. T ages and drink, had hardene ut ened his heart. There was searecly a corner left for any soft or kindly emotion. and An- d ~ hand pw drinki rew ne ea au had traveled far pes Pe 4 erly inted out wh he merel; po . Ww was plentiful the place, and apory rie ye *; amet where 6 8a wh, an 08 ey appeared once, while the ce ers wert finishing their supper. The old negress all the while bus- tled about, growling between her teeth at the way in which she had been roused up to wait upon the new-comers. - About twenty minutes later Andrew Carstone intimated that he had finished his meal, and asked | uldsleep. rising ; ‘*the F ‘3 Hole ts gin’- “Show me a bedroom, then,” replied the merchant, as carelessly as he could, “ This way,” continued Ralph, rising sleepily and rubbing his thre WF, Orr rite,” said Ragg, who real- closed ly was very tired and inclined tor i ; t. “T guess tu?’ pe landlord in an off- 'm not partikler, never was; the truth; atallevents y ou’ll want a room. THE SILENT HUNTER. so as I sleep, it’s orrrite—anyvere ‘ell do;”’ and Cornelius Ragg, who had spared neither beer nor whis- ky, prepared to follow. Raiph Regin took up two tallow candies and led the way. He as- cended the steps already alluded to, but instead of turning to the right toward the room formerly occupied by the peddier,he pushed open a door facing the stairs, which revealed a some length, out of which several other ‘Why, this is a Jarge place of ours,” said Andrew, secretly much eo § Weely ‘you cin sleep a “We gin’rally do sleep a few,”’ replied Ral h Hegin, in a humbie and obsequious tone, “ This isa good room, There ain’t no eur- a wh mee a bed as is com-- ‘orta e, 8 ba ‘* fhank you,’’ said Carstone, as he entered the room, _ It wasasmall, square place with- out any window, receiving air and light in the day froma kiud of fis sure in the roof. Onall sides the walls were of logs, with mud to iiil up the interstices, but a glance at the roof showed at once that it was & compartment in a cavern. The bed was a kind of shelf raised on logs, with straw and horse- cloths. On these Carstone at once conniclooks.com . 4 ;