Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 24: what you’re looking at

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26° SQUATTER DICK. . his gaze, ‘Bute “one” that fied his” heart with flendish jo Upon the table, ee fis he’ fel wed he reecived his debt wound, lay young Mark: ‘Keedy, his face streaked with blood that had_run from his shattered temple. Despite lis distorted features, it was plain that he had beer a handsome man; "al- tough there was an unmistakable look of dissipation that told’of. deep ‘drinking and unbridled ‘passions. In‘truth, he had been one of the wildest ‘and most feared ‘of all the far famed “ Bluck Band,” and although he* would be missed, he would not ‘be regretted, suve’ by his: brothers: ‘ate the ‘other members of the league. Laffin saw'that there was no’ living person it the: iiotee, aia! ‘proééeding to the door, cniéred the’ building. Casting his eyes around the room, he soon founda small flask par- tially filled with liqtior. Uneoritny the bottle he drained off the brandy; then, by the aid of his browd-bladed’ knife, he removed? some’of the: gore from thé’ table’ tnd poured it inte the'flusk. ‘Then, driving the cork firmly “into its place, he slipped the ‘flask into pocket, and sen! ates wrote upon the table, inf eliaracters of blood: ans hae -“ Number one. Beware !” then left the: room. — Two hours after this he stood beside the grave of his mother and sister, and stooping he moistened afresh the four letters,’ “MM. DL and Bae wee ti ‘blood we ge in the small flask. eid phen We lay down, his Weed resting ‘ogee: ‘the slowess: one one arm wound around the Seat ab nge pge and soon slept as soundly and peacefully as though his hand had not that night sent two of his fellow-beings to their last account, with all their ‘fearfal toad! pF bin, unrepented =] resting « yey mov apil . Conmmiclooks.conn