Pulp Fiction, 1883 · page 68 of 100
Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 68: what you’re looking at
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/_ ¥ 7* _ “ sy > ~ 70 DEADWOOD DICK. ' out and try to win back his money. My * And the doctor was turning away, but Gold Brick caught him by the arm. ee “One moment, please,” ske said, in a low tone. “Tell me one thing; does my husband still live?” ’ He looked at her with a stare, then laughed, dryiy. “Your husband?” “Deadwood Dick. Tell me, i is he still alive?” “Possibly, though there is nothin’ certain about it.” “Will you tell me where I can find him?” “Want to finish the job, eh? No, I can’t accommodate ou!” + “T don’t want to harm him. I want to join with Kim in making a seatch for our child. After we recover it, I will take it, and go so far away that nobody will ever hear of us again in our true character.” “T reckon if he gets hold of it, you'll not be apt to float away with it; not if he rightly expressed himself to me!” the doctor said with so much earnestness that he won- dered her suspicions were not aroused. Sly won’t tell me where he is, then?” she asked plead- Nay a time, marm!” now paitig “oe mining vernacular. “You've sorter embittered his fee gs toward you, I take ing. “He Knows that. He knows that we have virtually separated forever. I simply wished to join with him in recovering the chid.” “Better go it alone, gal. If he gets the child, he’s going to keep it, that’s flat, and a pointer.” “THe shall never have it! I'll kill them both, firct!” she cried furiously. “Little Dick shall never go with bim!” “Well, of course you must settle your own disputes!” and the doctor, turning away, left the Palace. “A trying ordeal!” he muttered-when seated in his room at the hotel. “So shecwenaiss So Sots Mawes Pee snareey get possession of the child! Ha! ha! that would be right clever, too. I fancy, however, that I can work better alone. If I mistake not, Stephen Raymond will seek me i! rut | down to hard and then play hi , quia. expect { shall-have to meet him in duel frst, Ccommiclooksscomnn