Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 7 of 100
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 7: what you’re looking at
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A BANTER AND A BET. He am of the opinion that our secret is safe here,and if it is not, we will make it so, The land will be mine soon, for I will buy it of the United States agent to-day.” “Yours, did you say, Foix ?” said Buck, quickly. “ Ain’t we in it, then ?” ‘ “What do you care for so many acres of barren land, if you get the cream of the soil?” said Gaston. “TI shall buy it in wy Own name, of course. By the way, 1 got in a little quarrel down to Hunt's, yesterday.” “ Did it come to a fight ?” “They parted us or One or the other of us would have got his billet. The young fellow was a stranger to me, and we got to talking in the the bar-room about wrestling, and I said I could put apy man in the State of Minnesota on his back, Would you believe it, boys, he was eager for a throw, and that old guide, Jesse Turner, was foolish enough to bet fifty that the young fellow could throw me.” “The durned fool! And he knowed you, too. You raked in their fifty, then ?” * No.” “Why; didn’t ye wrestle ?” “Yes; but the boot was on the other leg. The young fellow threw me over his hip on top of my head, and nearly broke my neck. Sacre/” hissed Gaston, dropping into a pie execration before he thought. “ Tl] remember him or it.” : » He throwed you? Then I’ll be kinder keerful how I tackle him, What sort of a looking chap is be ?” “Rather good-looking, brown hair and eyes, about five feet eleven in hight, well set up, and wears a hunting-suit of gray Cloth. Eyer seen bim ?” . “ No.” “It don’t matter. I shall meet him some day when there is no one nigh to take his part. _I’d have given it to him as it was, only Jesse covered me with his repeater and I had to Cive. Let’s go on shore and set up the cabin.” The men had a canoe, and entering it, the balf-breed took up the paddle and quickly sent them over the intervening space to the shore. It was a wild, rocky coast, the shores lined with heavy timber which as yet had been but little as CcoOmmicloOolks. conn > |