Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 7: what you’re looking at

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Deadwood Dick’s Big Deal; Or the Gold Brick of Oregon. - BY E L. WHEELER. Author of “Deadwood Dick” Novels, “Rosebud Rob” Novels, “Denver Doll” Novels, Etc., Etc. CHAPTER I. “Hands Up!” “Hands up thar, an’ halt!” Stern and peremptory. came the challenge in a deep voice accustomed to command. Through a deep, yet picturesque canyon, a horseman was leisurely riding when the challenge rung out, and being a man inured to the many stariling peculiarities of the wild west, and having oh more than one occasion heard the significant order of the mountain footpad, he made no delay in throwing up his hands—especially when he saw a masked man with leveled rifle step from behind a huge bowlder. The lone travéler’s horse stopped of its own accord, as if well satisfied that there was no use bucking against the “drap.” The horseman was a stranger in those parts, but he doubted not that his challenger was a common footpad, who made his “stake” at pouncing on lone wayfarers and robbing them of their handy cash. The stranger was a man of rather extraordinary appear- ance, even for that wild section of country, where ex- tremes made up the population. He was a man of medium stature, and well-modeled figure. Every limb and every motion denoted great activ- a Conmiclooolks.ecoInn) ™ s a