Beadle's Dime Novels No. 95 — page 55: what you’re looking at

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TOM UNTIES HIM. . & ® Don’t you do it. I might say no, and that would make us — both feel bad. Don’t you go to beggin’ for a feller that ‘hit yew in the face an’ choked you, and cut up all kinds of rusty. ’"Tain’t right, ’tain’t proper, that he should git off that way.” * But I am going to ask, Ephraim, and I know you won't refuse.” “ Say yew know I can't; yew might as. well while yew are at it. I always was a sofiyheartéd goslin’; never sed no tew a woman but once, and she had a’ nose shaped like a spike, about five inches long, by jimini. Dew yew want me to let the critter go " ®. | “ Yes, Ephraim.” ) “ By Jinks—I didn’t mean to swear, but, darn it all, a man ‘ must dew it sometimes. Tom, untie that dirty critter. I wish I hed a pair of gloves, boy, an’ ’'d lend ’em tew ye. Gosh all blunderbuss; this yer riles me awful—this does. Pinch him a little as you untie him, Tom. ~ Don’t be very ticlar ef you take up a good big piece of the skin every ‘time, "bout as large as a shillin’.” “Don't do any thing of the kind, Tom,” said Maggie. From the contortiohs and grimaces of the prisoner’s face, while being untied, Ronald was inclined to believe that Tom obeyed the injunction of the scout, rather than that of Maggie. He was a long time at the work, and made continual mi® takes, taking-hold of the wrong end of the strap, and draw- ing it tighter, instead of loosening it, in a manner which made ° the victim writhe angrily in his bonds. The task wus accom- | plished after a long time, and the prisoner rose to his feet, shaking off the straps as he did so, and eencteniey his limbs painfully. “Good hitch, that of mine,” said Eph. “Whose prisoner am I ?’? demanded Jaques. - , “ Mine,”.said Peters. ) “ What do you intend todo with me ?” “ Nothing whatever. I wish to dsk yew a few questions, and if you answer them at once, I will let yew go. But if yew don’t answer them right, yew will be hitched up ag’in till yew dew. Look at this here gun. Yew don’t often see sich a gun as that. Colonel Munroe give it to me, and it’ll carry furder than any piece in the Colonies. Don’t yew try to git ° Conmichooksiconim