Pulp Fiction, 1883 · page 72 of 100
Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 72: what you’re looking at
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4 DEADWOOD DICK. for by the time his horse was brought around, Raymond Looking well to the condition of his belt-weapons, the doctor leaped into his ‘saddle, and together the two gal- loped out of the camp to the northward. For an hour they rode along without speaking; follow } ing the course of the tarrow canyon, which constantly Finally the doctor asked: “How much further have we to go?” “Jr's another good hour’s ride yet,” was the brief, jerky — reply. e re you do not attempt to lead me into a trap, Stephen Raymond! I am prepated, and watching you,’ and:at the first intimation of treachery, I'l) send a bullet through your heart!” “Never fear. You'll have no occasion to do 80.” | “At the end of an hour Dick saw a light twinkling’ among the trees ahead, and drew rein, at the same time aeewiniy tis revolver. “Hold up. No leading me inte traps. Where does that light come from?” he demanded. ““Pshaw. It’s only the fire in front of the cave occupied by old Sol Stryker and his wife. Thete’s where the boy . is. Come along. No one wants to trick or harm you” / ‘He rode on, and Dick had no choice but to follow; but Hewas never for a moment off his guard. raat, °They soon drew rein before a small fire’ of pine cones, which burned under + tan of a huge overhanging Beyond the camp fire a cave yawned into the moustain, which was evidently of huge size. : . “As the two men drew Dick said in a low tone: || “Remember! I am ready to drop you at an instant’s notice!” wae _ © Just then an’ old, roughly-dressed and ill-looking ’ moun- Cconnicloool<sscomn