Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 54: what you’re looking at

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7 56 DEADWOOD DICK. | demanded angrily. “It concerns me not what becomes of | her. Proceed with your picnic.” “Get ready, boys!” Raymond commanded. “There’s no _us¢e fooling with the cuss.” The three mén seized the rope with a will. “Yas, git ready, gents, but by ther great mortal ham- bone, don’t yer pull on thet rope, ef yer don’t wanter git struck by a hailstorm o” destruction!” a stern voice cried, close at hand. CHAPTER VII. oo“ a ce ee a RD : The Doctor. 4 The surprise of the private lynchers was great, as ‘ ; they suddenly beheld Old Avalanche and his goat stand- | ing near, the former holding a pair of huge revolvers in his grasp, one of which was leveled upon Stephen Ray- : mond, and the other covering the three men who held = the rope. The dim moonlight stealing downward through the . patchwork of clouds, mede the scene if anything more dramatic, “tlello! who are you, and what do you want?” Raymon@ demanded, in a race. “Wail, ’cordin’ ter Hoyle, I’m Old Avalanche, ther great demolisher and extatminater, I’m a sp’iler o’ pic- nics en’ leetle private’ snaps, like this. Goin’ ter hev a darned nice time, weten’t ye?” “You'd better skip, or you'll find out. You've no right to interfere in this matter, and we'll tolerate no med-‘ dling. ” — “Won't ye? Wazl, neow by ther muscles o’ ther great | : hami-bone w’ct kerflummixed old Joner, I kinder argy } diffrunt, me man! I’ve two uv as purty draps as mortal * man evyer held; an ’sides, hyer’s my beautiful William - Goat, Jerrymiaher, as hev a batterin’-ram capacity o’ sixty tons, Jerry feels in good trim, now, ‘ca’se he jest chawed up an old set o’ harness, a pair o’ boots an’ a copper wash b’iler!” “You infernal old galoot! You don’t mean to say you'll COnnicooolks.comn)