Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 21: what you’re looking at

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TOO LATE. 25 “ Yes.” “Then you are too late, altogether too late. Land’s gone. Should have bought it before.” : “Gone ?” shrieked the would-be land-owner, springing to his feet. “Gone! What are you talking abont? It can- Not, shall not be sold to any man except myself. I will kill ’ny man who buys that land from under me.” “LT tell you it is sold already—sold already,” replied the ‘gent. “Here are the papers, the papers. Young man left them while he went up to the hotel, because he trusted me, trusted me.” “ Are those the’only papers which hold that land 2” eo eg,” , | “ Listen. to me, Ryan; I want that section; I must and Will have it. Tere are no witnesses against you if you de- Stroy those papers and make out others in my name,” “ What for? — “I will give you my note for ten, twenty, fifty thousand dollars if you will do it. And as a sign that I mean_ busi- ess, I will pay you five thousand cash on the nail. Ryan looked at him sternly for a moment and a cold glit- ‘er came into his eyes. The temptation, great as it was, did Not move this genuine man of business an inch. He pushed the proffered notes aside with his open palm. “ Take up your money—your money, Mr. Foix. This is & matter of business, business, and I don’t agree to it. I’ve Sold {his land—Wallace Barton is the buyer; Jacob Ryan is the seller. The consideration is paid in hand and is my price. f yon buy, buy from owner, Wallace Burton. This is busi- Negs, Oh, yes.” kesh See here, Mr, Ryan,” said Foix, in a threatening tone. A. great deal depends upon the way you treat me in this Matter, I want those papers burned and it shall be done.” “ Guess not, not; oh no!” With a quick bound Gaston flung himself half-way over © desk of the Land Agent and made a grab at the papers. a Ryan was as quick as he, and the papers went back over his Shoulder within the railing out of Foix’s reach. Placing his hand upon the rail he was about to leap over when he i Met by the apparition of a revolver pointed at his head. connie ooolks.comn }