Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 10: what you’re looking at

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- ' s id a! | at ° - ' aise, ia a it di a % t 13 DEADWOOD DICK. “You're plucky—I know that better than ’most any liv- ing man. I’ve know’d ye many a year. But you don’t know Right Bower. There ain’t a harder, cusseder, meaner camp on God's footstool, and a friendless stranger there will be in poor quarters. But that’s neither here nor thar. I’ve left Right Bower fer good. D’ye see that?” He took a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, and handed it to St. Cecil, who scrutinized it witb curiosity. It was a rough but very legible map of the town. St. Cecil examined this with some interest. “Well, do you see what’s on thar?” the man asked “I do. I suppose the round marks are supposed to rep-s resent shanties, stores, and so forth?” f “Jest that. Ye see my shanty, marked “Lee's cabin’?” “Yes.” “Good. Kinder b’low town, on the east, you note?” ' “Exactly.” “Well, now I'll come to the point. That’s whar I lived, till the Gold Brick came an’ stole my heart.. I don’t look much like a man who war mixed up in a love affair, mebbe, but I am; an’ as I’ve l’arned a most “portant thing, I’ve made up my mind to’shuffe off this mortal coil!” St. Cecil laughed sarcastically. “What! the love for one woman won't drive you to sui- cide?” he exclaimed. “Just that—nothin’ else. “To-morrow, I, Crazy Chet Rossitur, will be playin’ seven-up wi’ the angels, instead o” at the Palace in Right Bower.” “You are mad, man!” “No, Iam not. I am as sane as you were, when you tuk the job o’ goin’ to that town. I shall be dead as a herring to-mcrrow.” Saad Enough of this. What does it all concern} me “More than you imagine.. Cieveland Si. Cecil, you are a poor man. A great trouble has for the last number of months unmanned you, and in your desperate attempts to Grown that trouble you have squandered a small fortune. You go to Right Bower to-day, with five dollars of your own in your P “Whoever you are, Crazy Chet, I do not know,” the - horseman said; “nevertheless, as a marksman, you hit the Comicloooks.conn