Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 62: what you’re looking at

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64 SQUATTER DICK. mistake he sect up a most vociferous tirade of cursing and ques tions, intermingling them in such a manner that an uninter ested person would have roared with laughicr. = The more he_raved and stamped, the louder and shriller did Kitty seream, as if determined not to be outdone; and it is doubtful when it would have ended, but for the abrupt entrance of the young purtisan, looking bewildered and half crazed with apprehension. “ Mr. Sollars, uncle, what is the meaning of all this ?” stam- mered Sloan. “ Ask her ; I don’t know! Confound you, you yellow imp o’ darkness, where’s Ada—where is my daughter ?” roared the old man, stamping first with one foot and then with the other, al- most bursting with rage and apprehension “ Kitty, Kitry, do you hear—where’s your mistress 7” urged Sloan, stooping over the maid, and shaking her by the arm. “ Oh, oh, don’t, for the bressed Mas’r—” “ Let me wake her up, Cap’n Jim,” interrupted Laflin, as he stepped forward with the great washbowl full of water. _ Setting it down upon the floor he grasped the mulatto girl around the waist, securing her arms, and then plunged her head into the water. Then laying her down he drew his knife, and holding it up before her eyes, said in a p)ain, distine- tive voice: “ Now, kinky-head, you're mighty good-looking for a nigger, and I should hate orfully to sp'ile them ’ar featur’s, yut ef you don’t wake up and tell us whar your missis is, right out flat- footed, blamed ef I don’t snipe off that ’ar nose an’ them lips fer griddle-greasers !” “Oh, Lord, mas’r, don’t, an’ I'll tell all I know !” “ Kitty, you know me,” Ly la the young partisan. “ Tell me where your mistress is “ Bress de Lord, mas’r Sloan, ie, am you fo’ suah! Den he’s done gone?” she exclaimed, sitting up. “ Yes, yes; who do you mean ?” “'W’y, dat cussed funnelly Mat Keedy—” “My God! then she is in. his power!” ‘groaned Sloan. “ But which way did they go?—quick !” “ Frough de winder, dar.” “Come, uncle—Dick, to horse; we may save her yet” * comic dooks.com