Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 16: what you’re looking at

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14 THE WRONG MAN. eahirens Neat matter, and we'll soon settle who is the Gest shot.” The conten insinuations of the peddler hai stirred up the feelings of the hunter, and he was now thoroughly indiz- nant. While the loquacious Yankee was indulging in his characteristic story-telling, his curiosity had been sufficientiy aroused to cause him to pay attention; but he now felt that he had been insulted. The peddler (unwittingly perhaps) had chosen as the subject of his taunting remark that quality on -Which a backwoodsman most prides himself. This was man- ifest by the angry glow upon his swarthy “ Brag is a good dog, but hold-fast is better,’ retorted the peddler, still whittling at the stick in his hand. “I wouldn't mind accommodating you at all if I had the weapon at hand.” _ “Just name the time, git your gun, and I’m on hand,” said the hunter, getting more and. more in a passion Esa moment. “You'll find, as I told. you awhile ago, that Tm marksman enough for you.” “ Judging from the sample I have just seen, 1 wouldn't mind standing at ayhundred yards, and giving you a chance, ifa body. might tura an honest penny by it. "Twould be a “A. little amore of that,” said the bonter, threateningly, “ apd you'll rug the day you met Ned Ove ; “ Pshaw, now, you don’t say so,” said the ete with a contemptuous smile, as he approached him. “Go way, Yankee; I’m dangerous.” “ As the buck, which just swum the river, can iideeh ness,” cried the peddler, and he indulged in another hearty ‘Look here, stranger,” said th tated hunter, “ you're running ’ginst a snag. te sa a licking, say the word, and I'm the chap can row a whole raft of Yankees up Salt river... But if you'd rather keep whole bones in your body, jest. tote yourself off, and leave me alone. I’s dangerous coming fernenst the trail of a Kentuck ranger.’ | adres well done, Ned Overton,” said the peddler, langle ing; “you talk as if you had a strong stomach for fight this re rom could eat a buffalo for breakfast, hide and horns — But these heavy words don’t sink my spirits commicloooks, corn