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DEADWOOD DICK. 4&5 The Easterner gave a perceptible start, and so did Ches- ter, ct which St. Cecil laughed quietly. “Surprised that 1 penetrated your disguise, eh? Why, I should know you among a thousand, Raymond.” “You know too much. Go on with the game,” was the onir rejoinder. — The game was made, end the cards drawn. “I believe I will take the pct this time, for a change,” ft. Cecil observed. “Are you done, genis?” “We ere,” the disguised Stephen Raymond answered, 25 he and Ralph Chester arose. “Then, Mr. St. Cecil, we will resort to poker for the * finish,” Gold Brick said, as the two men left the room. “We may as well know who is victor to-night as any other time.” “Certainly,” St. Cecil assented. They then changed positions to a card-table in a further corner of the room, where a large crowd of by-standers Sclicwed them, anxious to witness the games that should Gecide who should end the victor. “Madam!” St. Cecil said, laying a cocked revolver in front of him on the table, “if I detect any trickery in the fame, I shall salivate you. Do you understand?” “Perfectly, sir. I shall play a square game. I proposes to pley you for a hundred thousand dollars! : =~ “As yeu like. H you lose—” “If I lose, ome more game will decide the matter.” . The cards were dealt, and the game began. The crowd watched with breathless intcrest. » St Cecil was calm and confident. | Goid Brick exhibited some nervousness, and her eyes ‘& fiery and watchful through her mask. | The game resulted in favor of St. Cecil, and he raked ee in the stake. : . Ste made no show of anger, further than to ask, grimly: _ 4i0w much money have you?” two twenty-five!” he answered. counted what moncy she had in the drawer, which had brought from the faro-table. ‘Can make but two hundred and ten thovsand,” she <item “I will stake that and the Palece against your pile.” ise tess gt 7 - fF wz $: Eomicbooks.com - fl