Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 23: what you’re looking at

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DEADWOOD DICK. 25 ~“Plardly, with even nineteen thousand out of pocket!” “Your luck never leaves you, once you strike it.” “May I examine the box?” St. Cecil asked. “I am a stranger, and it is to my interest to see that I ‘am fairly dealt with.” “Certainly. I use no combination affair,” Gold Brick replied, coldly, as she shoved the box across the table. , A glance satisfied the receiver that all was square. i} “Very good,” he said, returning it. “Old gent, can you = count?” and he laid ‘a handful of money before Old Ava- - lanche, the whole amount he had won, and what he had received from Crazy Chet, except a reserve of five hun- dred dollars, which he had no intention of risking to- night. | “Great ham-bone that stuck in the larynx of old Jupi- | ter! twenty-nine thousand five hundred dollars! Lor’ Jerusha! ye ain’t goin’ ter risk all o’ that, pardner?” “I am. I came to burst the Gold Brick’s bank!” St. Cecil declared, with a faint smile. The Gold Brick’s teeth went together with a peculiar sort of click. “You will have to go higher than that to do it. I haven’t the money on hand to-night; will my check do until to-morrow morning?” “Certainly!” “Lasker, write a check for twenty-nine, five, payable to Mr. Cleveland St. Cecil!” the gambler queen ordered, briefly. “Mr. Chester, are you going to join us?” “I have first to learn if my check is acceptable,” Chester answered, sourly. ; “That depends upon circumstances,” St. Cecil returned. “You should know if your bank-account will back it.” Fs “T will indorse his check!” Gold Brick interposed. “Great ham-bone that discombobberated ther terrest'al jon uv old Joner!” ejaculated Old Avalanche. “Thes aire ther kind o° grit what tells. "Mind me o’ ther days o’ ther Black Hills, when old boy Deadwood Dick useter l’arn ther tiger how ter trim his toe nails!” “Mention not that devil,” cried the Gold Brick, sharply. “Great ham-bone! why not? A better-hearted galoot nevyer rid a horse or swallered cold lead!” averred the old goat-owner. “That may be, my friend, but they say the devil's al- CORMIE DOO KS. EOMn) »