Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 52: what you’re looking at

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ee | EPH PETERS. “It’s best so,” said he, whimsically.. “My heave is so darned hard that a bullet more or less makes very little dif- _ ference to it. Ef it had been you, now, you would had been killed. Is that Tom ?” ‘tYea;? “ Send him here. “I calculate you are both of you willin’ to leave this skunk tew me and“ITom. We'll givea good account of him, Pil. bet you money. You take Miss Maggie back tew the house and let the witch know what he was a-dewin’. Jest look at her face! No, Ronald, yew git eout. Yew would be tew hard on him, even.” “ What will you do with him ?” “Lace his hide with a hick’ry, I reckon. You go ’long. He’s my pris’ner, I calculate. - Here, Tom.” The negro, who had heard the cries of Maggie, came at his call. ‘“ Wha’ for mek all dis noise, Miss Maggie? Enty some- t’in’ scar’ ye ?” | “Ti tell you what it is,” said Eph. “ You tew clear out, f tell you. Trust me with this pizon critter. Dang my buttons ef I don’t give it to him. Git eout, I say; ain’t he done ' enough ? Tried to kill me three times, carried Miss Maggie off and hit her in the face ; choked her tew, I reckon. Yew keep away, Ronald! yew shan’t tech him, not while ’m , here.” “ Oh, Ronald,” said Maggie, “ set ktm at liberty. Make him promise neyer to approach me. again while I am here, and let him go. I can forgive him for anything he has done to me. I can indeed,” pleaded Maggie. | “Neow jest look at that!’ said Eph. “ Didn’t he carry you off?” Lae | “ Yes; I forgive him. L a i Didn't he hit you in the face ?” “ Yes; but he was mad, and I would scream when he told me not.” “ Didn’t he choke you? ? Durn him! Strilke a woman—a- pretty Woman, mind—in the face with his fist! choke her to keep her quiet ! you can’t eas that.” “T can, and do.” “Wal, you've got that right; but I can’t do vi'lence to my . Comiclbooks. conn ° of