Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 41: what you’re looking at

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DEADWCCD DICK. rk} "Tt is all right,’ he said. “Whet shsll be the game, gerits?” “I see about five thousand on the qucen of hearts,” the Eastern man responded. “I'l back the king,” “and St, Cecil covered that ¢a:-4, while Chester, without a werd, covered the ace of dis mends. The cards were then placed in the box and drawn. Gold Brick wen. f.gain the play. Again she won. _A peculiarly tantalizing laugh escaped Gold Brick, as "she saw St. Cecil bite his lip. “Are you broke?” she asked. “No, not yet,” “Nor we,” the Eastern man edded. “I propose we raise ‘it five all around.” Soke “A creeable,” Gold Brick astented. “Is it forty thousand ‘or nothing, Mr. St. Cecil?” The receiver hesitated a moment. He held Farmer’s ten thousand in his possession, and ‘could therefore play; but the question that agitated his mind was: What if the graveyard banker should fail to ‘Tespend to the cell for funds? “But Ke had promised there should be no limit to the “Vi ‘play once more,” St. Cecil said. ‘Randall, the Easterner, forsock the queen of hearts end ‘St. Cécil quickly covered it. The game was made and drawn. Geld Brick rakéd-in the pile with a sarcastic little lauzth. . “Your luck is phenomenal,” St. Cecil declared. “If you me a few minutes respite, however, I can keep Up my €énd of the row, I fancy.” ' He motithed to Old Avelanche, whom*he spied in an- rt of the room, and the weteran approached. . See here, old ma nba an retain itei se sao He 5 4 1 i flit ea a can T get yor: to-€o"me’s favor?” “Sartin; ‘Cap—eertin. Allefs ready ter "blige a feller- human, when’ I kin.” : | i St. Cecil took a memorandem-book from his pocket and COMICLHOOKSL6OL