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THE TABLES TURNED. 87 “ Yes, sir ; all right, sir,” and descending the stairs, the land- lord explained the cause of the disturbance to his customers. _ Clinkinbeard grasped the bottle and pouring out two glasses of the mahogany-colored liquid, he pushed one over to Keedy, bidding him drink: The outlaw raised the glass, and ap- peared to sip its contents. Suddenly the Dutchman said : “Say, misder man, go und vake up dose hocks dere, und led’s blay soom more dimes.” Keedy was only too glad of the opportunity to dispose of the drugged liquor, and as he shook the men he poured it down the bosom of Scott. When he turned to the table he belreld the other just pouring the last drop down his throat ; then, patting his huge paunch, Wulff Clinkinbeard said : “ Coom, den, led’s blay midoud ’em.” Keedy complied with alacrity and the game was recom- menced, but in a few minutes Wulff appeared to grow more siupid, at length dropping his cards and leaning forward up- on the table, closing his eyes heavily as he did so. The outlaw’s eyes glistened with joy as he noted the effect of the drugged liquor, and throwing off the assumed air of a dranken mau, he chuckled : “Ab-ha, my Dutch friend, I have you now; although I doubt whether I shall get enough to pay me for my trouble. Lord, what a head for whisky you have got, to be sure} One would think you were the shell of a distillery, by the way you swilled the stuff. “ Curse those fools! I’m afraid I'll have bother in gitting them away from here.” . As he spoke, Keedy swept the geld from the table, into his own pocket, and then producing along coil of stout cord, he walked around the table, eyidently intending to securely bind the Dutchman, so as-to prevent his giving the alarm Showid he recover his senses before the worthy trio had made their escape from the town. He pulled the chair Wulff occupied around from the table and pushed his feet close togetlier ; then stooping, he took a tura around them with the cord. But he went no farther, for suddenly arousing, Wulff grasped him by the throat with both hands, effectually preventing any outcry, and bore him ,» Sackward upon the floor. =» 9°) | 213 2 comiclooks.conn