Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 21: what you’re looking at

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

DEADWOOD DICK, 23 “Certainly. Allow mec to introduce myself, sir, a9 in our business relations we shall probably meet often. T am Cleveland St. Cecil!” “Very delighted to meet you,” returned Chester, with vevident sarcasm; both in look and tone. He didn’t offer his hand, nor look at the téw -réectiver; 20 St, Cecil paid no further attention to him. The game was played, the stakes aggregating fifteen thousand dollars. Avalanche raked the pile! Again the play. Again the same result. “Double it!” Lasker gritted. ' “Bank’s broke, "til the boss comes!” Lasker growled. "The boss is here!” a woman’s véice ¢ricd. CHAPTER Ill. Big Stakes. fi meant “business.” F i to the table, and was taking evidently, and well formed, ‘her figu e _ Se quiet but‘ rich -costamé ns als Bono ad et ‘ ‘a af he i meant Biact tad ee, Se By ‘. oe. * nia ee