Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 37: what you’re looking at

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A THRILLING TABLEAUX. 89 cr make another. "Iwas me as fired the ay a xmas — brother, Mark, *tother night. ‘* You fellers wasn’t wbit'sharp. You didn't kill Sally right away, but she lived long enough to tell me alb your odidoes. Thet's how I seat an” why [jined the Black Band, as you fellers call it; so’s to be nearer you an’ work better. An’ now, say your pra’rs ef so be you nee any, forin jest two minutes ye die! “*Pain’t no manner o’ use to squirm, you dirty copper- head! It’s got tocome, it has. You didn’t pity or spar’ my wiwmen folks, when they begged fer life; so 'tain’t no-use to cry. "Twon’t-do no} good, whatsomever. - I know it ain’t a man’s act, to kill a tied-up inemy, but I apple man no longer. [m a painter, an’»you made me one! > *) “Time was when I couldn’t strike a man when he’s down, > but you’ ve changed all thet. I cain’t hear nothin’ now but the vice o’ mother an’ Sally a-callin’ from the air for vengince. I hear it all day ai’ all night’ long, wheu Issleep an’ wiien I wake. °*Twon’t be stili tell you an’ your brothers is all wiped out. Blood fer blood, they say, an’ they must» hev it. » Yus, two fer one, they warso mucl: better’n, you fellers be: « “Come; time’s up an’ I must be off. Tell Mark ’at I sent you to keep him comp'ny tell the others get that. You'll see “em, don’t fear ; they ’a’ got to go;teo. Ready?” he demand- ed, as he drew'a long, keenkiilfe from. his bosom, and held it up before the eyes of hes Senet eae: outlaw, who strove in vain tocry Outp¢) © 8% > ee ouet. bel sridien vont It was a strange scene. .— z The bound form upon the Suse with his. terrible enemy astride of him, brandishing the gleaming weapon in one hand, while with the other he bared the outlaw’s brawny breast to afford asurer mark. The two ther men lying there, snor- ing loudly in druriken concert; mith the broken. tallow-dip stuck into the mouth of a black bottle, casting its glimmerin light over the actors in the dread drama of life or death; faintly siadowing forth the bare, stained and dilapidated walls and en ceiling. The floor and table strewn with broken emptied glasses, greas cards, and spattered with the foul-smelling liquor. 7 For a moment the weapon was uplifted, then it fell with a comicloooks.conn