Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 38 of 100
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40 SQUATTER DICK. dull, thrilling thud, followed by a strangling death-rattle. Again and again the blow was repeated, although the first one had proved fatal. Then with a wild, demoniac expression upon his pale face, the avenger arose, and producing a small flask, held the cerpse so as to catch a portion of the life-stream. Then lowering it, Laflin proceeded to ag the blond-stains from his hands and garments. ' Replacing his knife, he stooped and rifled the pockets. of the three men, and then cast a Jast glance around the room, gazing with a fierce joy upon the body of the murderer of his kindred. Then he turned and left the room. Entering the bar-room with a reeling step and gloomy, des- pondent look, he called for a glass of brandy, apparently not noticing: the leer of the burly landlord, who said, as Squatter Dick drained the glass: _“How did your little game end, mister?’ ' »-* Got in himmel! vat you dinks, eh ? . Dem vellers peen vin all of mine moneys avay mid me. Donner hagel !” “Then I s’pose I must lose my pay, eh? Well, never mind, I guess I can stand it,” returned Waker, laughing)y, as the pretended Dutchman reeled out at the door, where, with apparent difficulty, he mounted his horse and rode away. -. When once clear ofthe village and into the shades of the swood, Laflin dismounted, and spitting out two pieces of pine, whittled into much the same shape as our feminine “ plumpers,” that bad answered the same purpose, be disrobed, and throwing the clothés into a pool of water, cast a pile of stones upon them, appearing in his usual dress. Then remount- ings he sped away toward _ spot where his shanty had -stood. hat night the significa, letters M.M. L. and S., were moistened afresh until they shone blood-red in the beams of “The moon.» Anda dusky form reclined by the side of the double grave, with pale, oe face turned up in the moon- light. \ comliclooks.com