Beadle's Dime Novels No. 226: The Mustang-Hunters — page 19: what you’re looking at

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— =, © - : - - A PLUCKY LITTLE CHAP. 21 = tit wo Little Gilmore! Not know Little Gilmore ?” echoed Pete. “ Why, boy, he’s the most noted desperado in all Texas. He ar’ killed more men, white, red, and yaller, than any feller in these ‘ere diggifs. He ain't over five feet and an inch in his boots, and he ar’ got a hand like a little gal’s and long curls like a gal. But I tell you he’s some on a pistol-shot! I ain't 3 much of a greenhorn myself, and I can shoot pretty well, but : Little Gilmore, he kin put six shots into the same hole as 7 fast as he can pull the triggers.” | “And what is he doing out in Hamilton?” asked Weston, 7 curiously. “There's not much out here to tempt a gambler.” r “ That's what I kurn’t make out,” said Old Pete. “I axked 3 him, but he answered, ‘ Private business, sir,’ kind o’ cold like, I guess he’s a-iookin’ for Tom Austin. He’s follered him fur ever so long now.” “Austin? And why ?” ejaculated. Frank. “Has he, too, ! got any thing against this man?’ ade te “He hev that,” said the hunter, emphatically. “ Little Gil- : more used ter be as peaceable a litle chap as ever stepped, (on account of his size, I guess,) till that ‘ere Austin commenced puttin’ on him. Austin met him one day at Houston, years ago now, where Little Gilmore was a musicianer, they say. He seen him u-walkin’ the streets with his gal, as he war a goin’ to marry. Austin, jist out o’ pure deviltry and mean- ness, be goes up ter the gal, as he jist knowed by sight, and _ offers his arm to her. Little Gilmore seen as he meant to in- sult him, and he pitches right into Austin, tooth and nail, smatl as he was. Big Tom Austin jist chawed him up in two minutes. The little feller was unarmed, and Tom, he banged him awfel, and left him on the sidewalk while he walks off with Gilmore's gal.” * But, good heavens!” cried Frank. “ You ‘don't mean {0 . suy that she went with hinr?” , me “Yes she did,” said Pete, positively. _“ It turned ont as it war x made-up job twigst him and her. Little Gilmore never knowe:!l of it till arter the two had sloped for New Orleans. “ He didn’t git over the wallopin’ as Austin guv him, for nigh ‘on three months, And then he gathered up all his moncy = ‘and Jeft Heuston. Nobody knowed whar he’d gone till he — Ps come back at the head of Es ees On ee * lt Bt Be Bay tg eee ee ac. é