Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 85: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

CAUGHT IX IIs OWN TRAP. 87 ~The latter was grimly smiling, and truly it seemed as if the surmise of Laflin must be correct’ Keedy did not speak, nor yet reply to the taunts of the squatter; but only smiled that horrible, vindictive smile. . — Suddenly Lafiin uttered an oath and gave a wild start. Then Kee poke: | sag ag A ge: my friend, you, too, are caught! - [may be buried alive, but I will have the company of my dear friend and com- rade !” Eng + “He spoke the truth. Richard Laflin was caught in the same y, remorseless embrace. In his preoccupation he had not noticed that his, feet were slowly sinking beneath the surface, and now the clinging sand was above his knees, as he crected his body. He, too, was surely being drawn downward to a terri- ble death. “Ha! ha! my friend,where now are your jeers ? why don’t you laugh and joke? Is it not delightful sport ?° Ha-ha! man, work faster—with a will! It is for life, do you hear, for life! Tear up the sand—fling it away—bite it with your mouth! Ha-ha! Glorious fun! why don’t you get loose” sbrieked the half-crazed outlaw, foaming at the mouth, as be railed at the squatter, who was vainly striving to extricate his limbs from the power that was dragging them down—down t * tl the ST 3 ctw Se: By $7 ise »* ’ “Wal, ef it must be, it. must, I s'pose,” at length uttered Laflin, as he paused in his exhwusting struggles and wiped the streaming perspiration from his brow. “ But ef so, you shan’t hey no more laugh ut me. It don’t matter mucb, noliow, an’ I guess I can stand it as well lo go under now as at any time liyararter.” cote = “Hat ba! my chum, why dov’t’you work—why don't ~ you screnmm and shout for help—that help that never comes ! Why don’t you beg and plead for mercy ?” ronred Keedy. “*Canse I hain’t no coward, thet’s why. Ef T hev blood upon my soul, it’s thet what war shed in a holy cause, an” I ean die without a fear. Bat you—TI don’t wonder you've gone crazy. What for should I wish to live any longer? © Thar _gin’t none o’ my kiu a-livin’, no one who'd drop a lear fer “me; you've tooken good eare 0° tet. " “My revenge is well-vigh done up. “Your brothers: is dead . comlicbooks.com =