Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 45: what you’re looking at

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DEADWOOD DICK, 47 St. , him; but ee eed saickly to his revolver, when he noted that they held their weapons in grasp, i “Halt! gents! . Don’t come any further, please!” the, re- ‘ Ceiver warned. “If you have got anything to. say to me, can. hear-at.a good distance. “We hey. just suthin’ to. say.ter ye!” the burly. individual. teturned.. “Yer Cleveland: St, Cecil, ain’t ye!” “I reckon I am, providing,I’ve not forgotten: myselé Within the last hour!” _ “Waull, I’m ther deputy-sheriff hyeraways, an’ my name is Ike James.” “Happy to meet you, Ikey. What can I do for you?” “Ye kin do me a favor ©’ takin’ yer fin’ off’n that re- Volver, an’ throwin’ up your hands!” “Indeed! What for?” “°Ca’se I’m hyer fer the sole express purpose of arrestin’ ye, an’ ye might as well cum to Limerick, fust as last. The town's ag’in’ ye, an’ tain’t no use fer ye to kick ag’in’ “What do you propose to arrest me for, Mr. James?” The. sport spoke with the utmost coolness; but no one. but that he was nerved for instant action. St. Cecil, there’s a couple of hard charges which makes it imperative that you be justice!” the express-agent, Mike Miles, inter- ou are charged with the murder and robbery ossitur; you are also at the head of a gang of that this afternoon at. dusk, halted and robbed- ee More, you. are the notorious outlaw, one praneention Se ee ee th of .Che+ Rossitur, nor did I rob him. to ] SS aa “= D€rpetrators of it!” you °° thin, Harris Evidence is dead against you, and Say might as well cave without parley. Ralph Chester and Rossitur’s pocket-book in your possession last night, you've been gainbling his money way in the Palace. More that, there is no use of your denying the road- ite $86 i ht Chet iin ; comiclsooks. conn