Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 29 of 100
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+ for A LICKING. 83 Upon my back. It will not kill me but the stripes will burn Until IT have washed them in the blood of the man who Strikes as well as all who stand gaping and grinning by. I Will speak no more.” “I wish you wouldn’t do this,” said Wallace. “ Will you let him go free if he promises to leave this section ?” Big Ben shock his head. The old Regulator blood was Up und he longed to see justice done upon the back of this desperado, “If he will promise never to set foot in this hyar town- Ship ag’in or to lift his hand ag’in’ enny man hyar I mout let him loose.” “ He will promise that,’ said Wallace, eagerly. “I will ’uswer for him.” “You have no right to answer for him,” said one of the Men, “Let him speak for himself.” “Then I will see you all scalped before I will make any Promises of the kind,” replied Gaston. “Am I the only Man in Minnesota who ever drew a pistol in a street-fight ? Ou may do your worst and I will try to remember your aCeg,”? “ He will have it,” cried Big Ben. “ Bring some switches Sys, and we'll tickle him a bit.” One of the younger members of the party ran off eagerly “nd returned with a bundle of green switches which he cut ‘om a beech tree near at hand. “Til do the licking,” said Ben. ‘ My left hand is out of “rder but I kin use my right yet, and Ill teach him not to Make so cussid free with bis betters.” The cord was removed from Gaston’s neck and tied to is wrists, after his coat and vest had been removed. The “ad of the cord as before was thrown over a limb, and the Young man who had brought the switches grasped the pen- “nt ends and drew upon the rope until the feet of the °tnd man just rested on the earth. “TL warn you,” hissed Foix. “ One blow means death to You, Ben Slawson. Beware what you do.” Big Ben squared his giant shoulders, threw back his hand sed with a heavy switch, which the next moment cut the. ‘ with a whistling sound and alighted on the back of the Ccomiclooolkks.conn