Pulp Fiction, 1870 · page 57 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 57: what you’re looking at
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A THIRD VICTIM. 59 Seth Keedy, but as he pulled trigger the outlaw swerved, ahd a Mere flesh-wound ‘was the result. “Wifi a curse of rage, Effin drew his knife, and as the outlaws broke in ‘con- fasion, hé, keeping an eye upon bis intended’ victim, glided along in such a direction as would intercept his fight" Seth Keedy plunged into the undergrowth, but in his ter- ror did not perceive the dasky figure confronting ‘him, until it was too late. ‘Laflin leaped forward, clutching his enemy by the throat, bering him backward ‘to the ‘ground in the “or the onset. Then with one’ knee upon his foe’s brésst, Laflin took the knife front. between his teeth, and as he Fatsed it aloft he hissed in the man’s@ar:" “Sif T am Squatter’ Dick, wlio killed your two brothers for wipin’ out my wimmen folks, an’ now I'll send ‘you’ artér “YAt the last word his arm descended, and with one con- vulsive quiver, the brawny limbs of Seth Keedy straightened out in the embrace of death, and the Jook of terror with which he had heard the words of his slayer, fitoze upon his Laflin heard a rustle behind him and hastily turned his weea! =. vor 2 Rad oh Nip. 2! sale a5 72 Dod - “Alvha! you cursed sneak; I knowed I'd find you out ! “Take that !” hissed’ a voice that he well knew, and he heard the swish of a ‘musket-butt as it was directed with crushing force at his head. 7! “**i-t«h.,.qpitiaogenos aid ni oo) btywoo He had not time to entirely avoid it, but bending to one side the weapon alightéd upon his left shoulder ‘alial ‘of the spot at which’ it’ liad been aimed. Had it struék fairly, his arm would linve been shattered liké a’ pipé-stem, dnd as ‘it yas, although glancing off, it eftirely ditabléd his Teft'irm. “Corse you, Burt ‘Tadlock, Til hev your life fer that!” snarled Dick, as ‘hé’ half arose, and plunging forward drove bis head with stutining force full against the pit of ‘his nd- versary’s stomach, hh ir tates, abate “Padlock went down before the shock, but as he fell threw out bis arms, and catching Dick, pulled the latter down upon top of him. © Had ‘Laflin been in full possession ‘of his Strength, the struggle would doubtless have been’ s9on ended, Owing to the advantage he bad in" position, tut he’ could . conmcdooks.com