Pulp Fiction, 1883 · page 50 of 100
Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 50: what you’re looking at
A restored page from Pulp Fiction, 1883. Page through the whole issue in the reader above.
📄 Transcribed text from this page (OCR, searchable)
Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.
52 DEADWOOD DICK. They advanced toward Deadwood Dick then, and Ste- phen Raymond addressed him: “Deadwood Dick, I have been consulting with Mr. Miles, and have decided to imprison you, until to-morrow, in the shanty of the man you robbed and murdered. At sunrise your trial] will begin, and you will be hung as soon as convicted.” in “You are sure?” Dick queried. ; “Certainly! We shall take good care you do not escape.” “And so you had better, for if I do escape Ili make things warm for you!” “Come along and shut up!” Deputy James cried, seizing him by the arm, and holding a pistol ready for instant use. “You're too much of a crock!” Followed by near the entire population of the town, Deadwoed Dick was led to the isolated cabin of the dead miner, Crazy Chet. Here the door was forced open, the prisoner shoved in- side, and the door closed, when he heard Stephen Ray- mond giving orders to guard the shanty well, and con- cluded that a strong guard had been left behind, for he heard the main crowd set off for Right Bower. He was unmistakably a prisoner, and charged with a scrious crime; bit the moment he learned his place of con- finement, he felt easier in regard to the future. He was in the house of the very man he had promised to serve. And he had served him. He had fulfilled his promise by breaking the faro bank at Gold Brick’s palace! Were, therefore, his labors for the crazy miner at an end? Would Rossitur give him aid, as he had promised? These questions were foremost in his thoughts as he threw himself upon a cot in one corner and reviewed his — situation. A hundred times at least in his eventful career had death stared him in the face, and threatened to secure him as a /wictim, and yet he lived to recall it all. ' But nothing now seemed more probable than that he was doomed if he could not make his escape, for there | were two, at least, who would exert their fullest powers to crush him out of existence—Stephen Raymond, and — Ralph Chester. q Then, was he expected to look for the friendship of any, aan COMME HOOKS. COMA - ‘ r