Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 29 of 100
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ONE, OF THEM. g1 This done, he raised his eyesand looked-around him, swifily yet keenly scrutinizing the features of, the members of the fur- famed and dreaded Jeague., . His: features,.did not, betray the astonishment he felt when he saw who were to be his future He saw. shemnaianiaaatle bore:the, best of moral reputations. mingling upon the most intimate terms with the hideous, brutal murderer, horse-thief and, gambler. Men, who moved in the best'soeiety ; even(seme who ranked high among the “shining, lights ”) of the community. . ~ They bore-his gaze, if such, it could be termed, with indiffer, ence. Had they known the thoughis that were flitting thr ough, his mind asin that mapid glance he registered them, a and all, indelibly upon the tubleis.of his memory, hex, moult ave rested none the easier that night. ... «But why should.they suspect him ?. Was. not hat a _muem- ber as well as.they,,and equally as deep in the. mud_as they were in the mire? No; they were. unsuspicious, and well for him that it was so. Else had our tale come to. an, end almost ere i it began, _ Mates ‘ree 1» The momentary, silence was, broken by. Mat Keedy, who had reseated: himself at Ure table, and ‘possing.nt, Le mi bumper, said : rade. May he have a _ life and “* ome Z Wf a speedy ‘revenge upon that cursed. hound and | hi, pac cowardly curs, Jim Sloan, the seltaigled, Paes eat wenn and no heel-taps!”?.. ....... Then: the carousal waxed wild and. ‘wilder. ». The sound of lotid voices in disputation; men tajking, yet no man list the shouts and curses—therclinking of glasses or.crash. of an empty bottle as it was cast to the floor, formed. a_horriblé omene was enin.orualed.s by, ;the, raging of. the . _ tempest Pie fe is not pleasant, end.we wil tur elsew ‘here, ah aw .aid gion soas jbs ooTE hve syndy aie ste Two cee his initiation, Laflin A Lukes ena at the house of one of the members of the band, where they had gathered to assist in raising a log stable. Just before the. meeting broke up, he called out: Conmmicloooksaconn