Pulp Fiction, 1862 · page 85 of 120
Beadle's Dime Novels No. 38: The Wrong Man — page 85: what you’re looking at
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AMUSING COURT-SCENE. 87° I tell you what—” went on Nathan Dodge, talking faster and faster. “TI appeal to your Honor to stop that madman,” said Mr. Scroggs, blindly furious, turning toward the Judge. The latter laid his head back, shut his eyes, and, turning black in the face with the effort, shouted : “ Stop !” “T tell you what, I’¢ do the same thing; and if—” “ Stop |” “Tj stop when I get through, and not afore,” said Dodge, getting furious himself. “ Blastation ! you didn’t say nothing as long as I talked on your side; and now I want to say something on the right side.” “ By thunder!” exclaimed the Judge, bounding to his feet, and picking up a good-sized square box, filled with saw-dust and chews of tobacco, which for many a term had answered the office of spittoon to him—‘ by thunder! if you don't ‘shut up your jaws, I'll brevk this over your head.” — “Do it if you dare, and [ll punch your eyes out when I _ get you outside,” replied the peddler, spitting in his palms - and doubling them up. The Judge, in his blind fury, held the spittoon tremu- lously, and the contents commenced dropping out. The first intimation Mr. Scroggs (who was seated directly beneath the upraised weapon) had, was the pattering of several “ quids ” of tobacco directly upon his bald pate, and the sprinkling of the saw-dust over the “ brief” before him. “T say, Judge, your Honor, hold on! Don’t you see what yowre doing?’ he shouted, floundering his legs under the table in his efforts to regain his feet. The Judge gave the spittoon a flirt, with the intention of replacing it again; but, alas, his excited nerves shook the entire contents down in a shower over the head and shoul- ders of Mr. Scroggs. " The attorney sprung to his feet, and, for a moment, seemed beside himself. The sight of what had been done only in- creased the Judge’s fury, and he was fully determined to hurl the spittoon at the head of the contumacious witness. The shoemaker haying learned the character of the peddler, haa Wound his way to the opposite side of the room, so as to be com/{cbooks.com