Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 60: what you’re looking at

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a/ >. ~~ | ‘ . wit!” CON " 62 DEADWOOD DICK. after which Stephen Raymond burst into a long, loud laugh. “Mad-dogs be hanged? I fooled him just as easily as I expected. He’s no physician, and I'll swear to it. He is one of two persons, either of whom is dangerous to my interests. I will see if he cannot be unmasked. I’ve a deai of business to arrange, by the way!” Ee touched a bell, and a Chinaman answered the sum- mons. “Send Chester!” he said, briefly. The gambler made his eppearance soon, locking in an ugly mood, his eyes bloodshot and his whole aspect bespeckiag the effects of dissipation, and late hours. “What d’ye want?” he demanded, sullenly, sinking into a chair. “You called me away from a fat poker hand.” — “Let gambling alene. Theres something more im- portant.” “What?” “This. I’m sick and tired of this backing you and the girl. You'd ruin me in time, and I’ve made up my mind to shut down, now!” “ffow in thunder am I to do, then?” “Det her take you and pilot you on. She can do that, or marry me, as she chooses. I’ve an idea it won't be healthy fer you in this climate long, anyhow.” “Pshaw! You mean in regard to the bloodhounds of the law. They've lost the trail long ago.” “I doubt it.” : ive Calaiiity tea 6de tack Gain, on scccdat’ol thet kid. Why don’t ye give it up to her?” F “Hat ha! not yet. That’s where I’ve got the grip on her. She must come to my terms, before she can have the child.” “Ye don’t know her. _, She's just like me—greased light: | | ning, when set a-going.” “Bah! You're more bark than bite, Chester. Of with | _you, now! Remember, I suppiy no more funds to eithet GComichbooksseom q