Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 47: what you’re looking at

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J cw a ~ Fo DEADWOOD DICK, 9. less for you to say anything derogatory to their character, _ What we want you to do, is to surrender hke a gentlemai:- criminal, stand your trial and——” “And assume my hempen neck-tic ike a littl man!” . Deadwood Dick added, with a quiet laugh. “That would be a regular old pudding; for you gents of Right Bower, _ wouldn't it? But, you see I am act playing up gentlemen, just now, but am fight to the very muzzie! You have worked a couple of outrageous charges of upon mv shoulders, knowing that being first-water scoundrels your- selves, I was aman dangerously inconvenient to be lying around loose, ane forseeing that I could easiest be dis- posed cf by making me out a murderer and a robber. [I admit you have schemed very cleverly, but your climax yet ‘ lacks the capping, to make it a success. You have first to secure me, before you visit punishment upcn me! As I re- marked before, I propose to look cut lively for my ova interests, and shall help the undertaker’s trade ali I can, "before I knuckle under. So go ahead, and take your change!” “You refuse ter surrender, then?” Ike James demande?. “You bet!” was the answer. > The deputy turned to Miles and Stephen Raymond. | “Ye heer him, gents. He sez he won't surrender. Shral? I order the boyees ter riddle him?” “No! he must be taken alive!” the express-agent de- clared. “I believe there is a standin’ offer’ a big reward fer his capture, in this territory, and besides that, Wells eee, will pay something handsome fer him on their own — “Then we as participates in the capture will git a bite at _ the reward, hey?” “Of course!” - James turned and signaled to his men, and they drew Neer, “Boyces, I'll make ye ‘quaint wi’ the notorious cutlew _ am’ pocketbook-lifter, Deadwood Dick!” the deputy sai*. “He's ther galoot w’at cld Farmer sends heer to cut dow": Yer wages, an’ run the camp in gineral!” : The dark, ugly-expressioned faces of the score ct a and their growls of disapproval was the answer. “Ye parseeve,” James went on, “that the féller don’t in- fm ie ots te gin wp, Wiest a siruggle, en’ we wenter ta tale a . ome he re EGANicDooks.com od a >.