Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 29: what you’re looking at

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

DEADWOOD DICK. 3t Chester hes ther first bang! St. Cecil hes the seckond, an’ Chester the next two. Cl’ar to the sides, gents! Peel yer eye, thar, yeou Jerrymire! An’, consarn ye, ef ye. see aither party goin’ in fer enny shenan, jest make it yer p’int ter nip it. D’ve twist?” F Bee and Jeremiah gave a belligerant shake of the ead. “Now, then, gents, git ready to sail over Jordin on a blizzard. One! two--keno!” Ping! The pistol in Ralph Ckester’s right hand spoke rather Spitefully. es St. Cecil laughed mockingly. The bullet had passed wide of him and hit a stump in the street. “Great ham-bone! ef yer can’t shute any straighter ner thet, you're N. G,” cried Avalanche. “Ready! next man!” St. Cecil raised bis left hand; but before he could fire, there was the repert of another weapon, and a bullet grazed his wrist, benumbing it so much, that the pistol dropped from his grasp. “Luck fer me!” shouted Chester. “My. next shot!” And he leaped forward with upraised weapon, to get NOGE-LPREEDCSD Bese whet to make sure of him. ute The villian is suddenly foiled. Jeremiah utters an angry “ba-a-a!” and leaps through the air like a projectile hurled from a mortar. 4+ His knotty head catches Ralph Chester in the pit of the | stomach, and the villian as suddenly collapses and tum- . bles in a heap to the ground. “Ba-a-a!” bleats Jerry, and giving Chester a couple of bunts that roll him over and-over, the victorious goat cick back to the side. of Old now nearly pur- e the stanky : ts. Jerry, ye plum, ye ap °” z Comichookscom