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vr" ree tg re tare sf “awe Sy he wig Se 64 DEADWOOD DICK. “And once more, and for the last, you can’t have him without marrying me!” “We shall see!” Gold Brick cried fiercely, “Ralph, tell me where he is!” “I can’t, sister. I don’t know.” “Then, until you find out and restore to me that which you stole from me, I disown and hate you, and it wil! ad better for you to keep from my path.” She spoke fiercely, and there could be no doubting ber ity. A villainous flush shot athwart Chester’s dusky ae “Ye needn’t be so mighty tart!” he growled. “You re. member there’s several parties interested in the kid!” : “You'd better never have been born if, through your agency, the boy ever gets into Deadwood Dick’s posses- sion.” And with these words he swept from the room. “What a fool!” Stephen Raymond growled, after she was gone. “She could have a home if she’d marry me, Do you think she will ever go back to the outlaw?” “No; I’m satished they’ve parted for life.” “Well, what are you going to do? She has thrown you off emphatically enough.” “I’m goin’ to find the boy, and speculate on him!” Raymond laughed evilly, “I wish you much success in your blind undertaking. When you find the boy, bring him to me, and I will give you more than any one else for him.” “Humph! I'll be apt to sound the market first,” Chester growled, as he took his leave. As the reader has doubtless surmised, Dr. Felix Dorking | was none other than our Deadwood Dick, cleverly made up and disguised. The disguise had mysteriously come into his possession, when he was asleep in the mountains, and he had at once put it to use. With the disguise had come a letter, written in milk or some whitish fluid, which Dick was obliged to warm be- fore he could get at the contents. It read as follows: “When you want money, apply as before. Find out if Ruth Raymond is Stephen Raymond’s own child. If pos- Giediec deena cau de oubeioe | F? pricked ia > IR IER