Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 81: what you’re looking at

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SUMMING UE. 83 “My next move was to play the drunken Dutchman to green Luke Reedy, an’ then I settled Aim. ~ Thet is the ‘story as is connected with thet ’ar cord as you've got on now. It was used to bind him afore I rubbed him out. ‘Then last night T led you fellers into an’ andbush ; I got Jim Sloan’s boys into Sollars’ house, an’ told em’ you was acomin. “You know thet the Black Band was then played out, but you don't know thet I hed a tussle with your last brother, Seth Keedy, an’ left him layin’ thar, with the moon a-shinin’ down on the hole in his breast, as let the life out.” cayioeeei Keedy gave a deep groan, and a convulsive shudder ran over his frame. A gleam of vindictive joy flashed from the ayen- ger’s eyes as he observed this, and then he continued: | « Thet’s it! Groan an’ trim'le an’ shiver, ’cause the end is nigh! You're the Jast, an’ your hours on airth is numbered. Afore the sun is overhead you will hev drawed your last breath of life, an’ my job will be done! ~ “Do you ax why I’ve hunted you fellers down 'so marcilessly ? Let your thoughts go back to a day when you did a hellish deed—when you siled your hands an’ hearts by a deed so black thet a nigger is snow beside ye—when you killed ‘two poor lone wimmen, shot my dog, the bestermost one in the whole State, an’ burnt down my shanty? Go back to thet, an’ then say ef I hedn’t good catse to sw’ar vingince ag’in’ you four! _“ Wal, its a’most finished now, an‘ Pm glad, "canse thar’s grnetint that tells ey ds op hao Atrth ts thost played out, an’ the good Lord knows thet T don’t car’ overly much about livin’ any longer. You fellers hev made ''a devil o’ me, an’ I s’pose T'll hey to pay fer it, hyararter. ~My hands’ is kivered with red blood an’ my sleep 0” nights is ha’nted with the sperrits o” them as T've rubbed out . For some time the squatter proceeded in silence, leading the pony t the almost senseless’ outlaw. “On through the swamp they glided, unheeding the startling plunge of some al- ligator into the dark, loathsome water, or the sullen hiss of the. snakes they startled from the hummocks. ) Aa «J spose you'd like to know what I’m goin’ to do with you,” at | spoke the squatter. “I mought take you to Sloan’s santo Colonel De Forrest: ‘They’ either’ 0! them be glad to spar’ you a stretch o” hempen rope ; but, thet’ weuldn’t + conmicldookks.comn