Pulp Fiction, 1883 · page 24 of 100
Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 24: what you’re looking at
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“Mebbe thar be mum—mebbe thar be; but ye’ll allurs e they hang ’roun’ the incubater ruthur nat’ral.” The Gold Brick laughed. “You are rather eT old gent,” she re- sponded, showing her pearly teeth. EE TD EOE, NE pO fee x. A little cry of anger escaped the gambler queen, as upon the drawing of the last card, Cieve St. Cecil reached forward and raked in the stakes! * “Great ham-bone! Scoops the pot like a major, does the Big Beard!” roared Avalanche in delight. “Lo:’ Jerusha! Eighty-eight thousan’ dollars, squar’, an’ five hundred fer to spare fer pin-money?” A large crowd had collected around the table, and a strange murmur ran rampant at Avalanche’s exclama- tion. “The bank’s broke!” some one whispered, shrilly. “The feller sed he’d do it, an’ he has!” Gold Brick had been thoughtfully shuffling the cards, her lips compressed tightly, but she looked up with a fiery glance when the words reached her hearing. “Who was so remarkably brilliant as to make that bank ig not broke. Sit still, Mr. St. Cecil. You, Mr. Chester, I presume, will withdraw?” _Chester was white with rage, which he was endezvoring to hold in check. “J am done,” he answered. “This fellow’s fingers will unclasp from around my money before long, or I'll lose my guess.” wi regret your temerity in venturing into the game, I am no beggar. When you have a trifle of _I shall take some of the conceit ont of you.” gentlemen.” _ Gold Brick had turned to Lasker. Paige ung renuvas Sas =" ny ancgnnatgy . ap nce forget I am always happy to accommodate comclboooks.Gorn