Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 44: what you’re looking at

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46 EPH PETERS. * Out with him!” snarled Ann. “Go out!” said Jaques. Eph did not move. “Go out, I say, canaille / go out : “J understand French,” replied Eph, quietly. “Do not be too free with it. I might hear you.”« “ Are you going out?” * Not yet. Don’t be skeered, Miss Magzgie, J won't hurt him? — Enraged by the coolness of the spy, , Fuels caught him by the shoulders and tried to drag him to his feet. Eph sat quietly in his chair, without any apparent effort, while Jaques r tugged and strained, ene himself very red in the face, and all to no purpose. 1e spy sat like a@ rock, gazing up into the young Frenchman’s face with an odd mixture of the comi- cal and the serious in his eyes. . “Got most threw, stranger ?” he said. Jaques tugged again, nd a. smile ~— to deepen upon Magzgie’s lip. _ | Stick like wax, don’t I, stranger? Hard to move as the rock of Giberalter, ain’t I? Try ag’in, now ; mebbe ll come soon.” Jaques tried again. | ? “That'll dew,” said Eph. “ Let go!” “Leave the house, I say !” “Take yer hands off me.” He did not obey, aad Eph rose, pict him about the waist with his long arms, and threw Rist to the other side of the room. He sprung up, foaming, with a knife in his hand. ‘“Put up the weepon !” shouted Eph, snorting like’a roused war-horse. ‘“Wimmin in the room! Put up yer weepon, I say. Yeclaim to be a gentleman—don't draw a knife, or youll git hurt.”: Jaques never heeded him, but sprung on, whirling the knife over his head. Maggie screamed, thinking Eph in danger. But, making a single step, he caught the descending wrist: in the grip of his long fingers. A single wrench, which almost dislocated the arm he grasped, caused the knife to drop to the floor. Catching the amazed Frenchman by the shoulders, he shook him as a terrier would a rat. comicbooks:com