Beadle's Dime Novels No. 213: Squatter Dick — page 9: what you’re looking at

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DICK ' SCLELUQUIZES. 11 the” Whole “country..~ They. ‘is thieves, murderers ‘an’ Tories. Nobody outside the gang knows whar they mect, or: how, so we Gain’t surprisé”em. “Now Maje Crosby’ sais, sais he: “See hyar, Dick, I wants’ ‘you to’find out whar those Kecily boys raiidyvous at, ¢m”the ‘nights they meet, so ’s\we can bag ‘em all to onect. Do this an’ Tb gin you _ —_ guineas.” Sais To It’s'a whack; Doss ue © * Te be atough job; but it’s ‘got td be: did; oat Timi goin’ to do it. Thet'ssettled. 've'did some good jobs fer the rebels, a8 they call “ent, but I hain’t told everybody ou it; an’ ‘conse- qiiintly nobody won't" s'picion’ me when 1: tell those hell: hounds as*how'I want to fine’em. Then, when I find oat all thar ‘seerets; why, ' TH jest tarn "em over “to: Muje ‘Crosby's rough-riders, “an’ the monéy'll make~the wimmen folk comftable «till ‘the arenterg os ‘over. = — _ @agdvent emilee ode Tome beta ‘°He abruptly paused, lind twusoptae, bent | on ‘ear to the ground for a moment. © Then rising, he swiftly;-yet noisolessly, glided from the foad into“® ¢lamp of underbrush ‘that: lined the righwhand side of the path’ “Al afew! paces distant dutf- lin'erouched down beneath a bush mioré Hixoriant: than the otliérs, where, half butied in water tind mud, he awaited the approach of ihe horkemet that) badd larined him. 1A g“wpet ing in che bushes ‘afforded a fair view Reg age seria roathe 7. © > sq oxey) ob radtenh bun need tht af ie eldiris: . 1) He was not kept lotig in saspense, for! the: Splashing! of hétses feet in the liquid mud; mingled “with the ‘sound. of mén's’ voices in ex¢ited conversation, drew néarer, wntil at lenetly they’appeared fo fall view of the (ambushed “squatter! Laflin gave yent to a low exclamation, liastily arehing lis rifle as "he leveled iteat’ the foremost horseman: FHis-eyd wus glanc- the’ sizht drew fal? upon the temple finger was 'upor the trigger ut the gun was lowered without being » Berth Nalahwr "© No, Mat Keedy; your time ‘hain’t come -yit, though “you war never nigher to ‘swallerin’ your death-pill, No, ‘twon't do, }eastwise, not’ jist yit. oP ve other“ phins fer you.» “You made a narrow ‘scape then, but it’s got to comep the time has, when PA pay you off fer uimtlerin’ poor Jean Lagoie Tverswiard it; art 1'w goin’ to keep by word. Yes, tle same kind o” death, to, commiclooolks.conn