Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 27: what you’re looking at

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DEADWOOD DICK 25 An exasperated cry escaped her lips, and a shining, gold-plated revolver flashed in her hand. “You are mad, man, to insult me, of all women. Take back these cowardly words or I'll send a bullet through your heart!” “Through my heart?” he queried, smiling. “Yes, through your heart! You are the first man who mas ever been insulting enough to accuse me of cheating. Take back your words or Yl drive them down your throat!” + “Madam, you will excuse me but I can not oblige you. True, it would have been more gentlemanly, without doubt, had I kept mum; but I am honest!” A little ery of fury burst from her lips, and she fired Girectly at his heart. As she did so, he was seen to make a quick upward movement with his hand and the instant following the report held a small cartridge-bullet between his thumb and forefinger—such a bullet, too, as could fit the cyl- inder of no other weapon.in the room than that held by Gold Brick, the gambler queen! A murmur of astonishment escaped the crowd and Gold Brick reeled back with a gasp. “Enough! Begone, devil that you are!” she faintly articulated. “Certainly. I merely wanted to illustrate that you do not understand the first rudiments of shooting!” he an- swered, with a quiet laugh. turning, he sauntered cut of the Palace into the his dusky face was whiter than was its natural hue. “See here, St. Cecil!” he cried, the receiver having failed to notice that he was followed, “a word with you, sir.” “Well, speak out!” Cleve returned, pausing and ott back. “If you want anything, name it!” “I do want something, sir; what is more, I am goin to have it. You have been exercising your lip too much to-night for a mere stranger, and in behalf of myvelf and Gold Brick, I demand satisfaction!” “In other words, you want gers!” “Yes, if you so cheose to express it!” eCOmicloOolkS.conn