Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ns . JNA DEADWOOD DICK. 5 We were.to play.a game o’ poker. The stakes were-to be my life and ten thousand dollars—my hull pi her. hand in marriage. If I won, she was to marry me. If she.won, I was.to shell out my cash, an we were to mect to-night, in a certain place, an’ she put a bullet through cny heart.” “Welj?” Cleveland St. Cecil stroked his glossy beard, and “Well, that event is to come off. She won the game. At the appointed hour the great game-keeper will cash my Bower ostensibly to. act as receiver for old Farmer—in reality to break Gold Brick’s bank beyond retrieve—to the last copper.” “You do?” “Yes, You'll find her a desperate sharp. Of money she apparently. knows no limit—yet, I have taken my oath her bank shell be broke. She hes lost me my life—I will lose her her money!” “And you expect me to do it?” “} do! Of ali men-who-ever flipped a pasteboard I' would choose you for the work!” “Indeed! Where is the rest to. come from?” “Whenever you want.money drop a cent down the tube into my grave, and directly after you will be supplied with money, by an angel, in disguise. If one thousand) is wanted, drop. one cent; if ten thousand, ten cents, and so on in proportion to the amount you desire, The bank, E think, will prove limitless.” “Your contract is ended!” “And what em I to receive for all this?” “What you have ever had, until I got the drop on you, ath «t Comichooks: cor - « wz er *