Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 41: what you’re looking at

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VERACITY’S MATCH. | 48 “T admire to hear you lie, Silver Larce,” said Snodgrass. “Why don’t you say in plain words you won't give up tke gal 2 = “ What does the white liar mean?” hissed Silver Lance. “T did think, one time, I could lie a few, but I give up how. IT don’t hold a candle to you, Silver Lance. What- ever you say, you say it slick. You ar’ the wust liar in seventeen counties.” “You bave smoked a pipe in my lodge and I will not lift my hand against you now. Go, white men; what you seek is not for you, and I warn you to depart.” : “Is my daughter dead ?” “You must search until you find her grave,’ said the In- dian, tauntingly. “Go; I must clear my village of the ac- Cursed white men; go, before my people forget that we have smoked a pipe and slay you.” — ey You may as well dig out of this, gentlemen,” said Snod- grass. “He won't give you no satisfaction whatsumever.” “I will remember you, liar of the white men. When we meet I will make you sorry,” cried Silver Lance. _ “Pm agreeable. When I wur a boy I wur skeery of In- Juns, but I got over it, so to speak. I orter take an’ brake you rite in two, but I dunno as T will.” :. “Come away, gentlemen,” suid De Forest. “The Indian will forget himself if you don’t make haste.” | “Let him remember that if, when the sin séts we are not Safe in our camp, my men will chop bis thrée chiefs into Pieces no bigger than the checke on a plaid,” said Castelar, gravely, “He dare not harm us for their sakes.” | “The white father speaks well. He has come a long Way for his daughter and he ¢an fot find ber, My heart is very sad.” Mé By * “Truth is lovely an’ will prevail,” said Snodgrass. “ The evil loves a liar, chief. Oh, won’t I roast you fur this ef we Meet on the plains some’ hot day.” ist | “T will earry your scalp on my lance, dog.” ; “ Maybe you kin; but I don’t reckon you'd better try it on se you mout fail. De Forest, how ar’ you Y “Never mind making yourself known now, Snod ; [ve een you before.” - > comicloookssaconn