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DEADWOOD DICK, &r Stephen Raymond had already arrived, and sat nodding in a chair in the bar-room., The night clerk was also half-asleep in the office. _ Dick took in the situation at a glance, ~ »“T’'l-have to sail in and get the package now or never!” - he muttered. “There’s only two of ’em, if it comes to a scratch!” 23 He stole into the office and touched the dozing clerk on @the shoulder, at the same time presenting his six-shooter ato his gaze. ) “Sh! Make a sound, and I'll blow your brains out!” Dick hissed, warningly. “D’ye hear me?” The terrified clerk nodded, glancing toward the bar- room. “Don’t you dare attempt to warn him,” Dick cautioned. “Your life depends on how you obey me. Open that safe and give me the package that belongs to me. Quick! I’ve no time to waste! Death to you if you refuse.” The clerk was not old in the mines, and not over-cour- ageous, and he made nervous haste to open the safe and deliver up the package, which Dick received with a smile. “Just give my respects to Raymond, the road-agent, there, will you?” he said. “I'll see him when I have more time,” and with a laugh, he leaped out into the night and was gone. This langh aroused Stephen Raymond, and he leaped to “What was that, Dunby?” “The doctor, sir. He came, surprised me, and forced me to give him a package from the safe.” . “Curses on your infernal stupidity! Why didn’t you tell me the money was in the safe?” Raymond roared, furiously. “Speak up, curse you!” “I didn’t know about it, sir, till he demanded a package “from the safe. He took me all by surprise, sir.” § -“You’re an idiot. Give me some whisky. I'll have re- venge on some one for this.” He swallowed a huge drink, and then, without paying for it, rushed from the hotel, more like a madman than a sane person, , “T’ll take my spite out on some one,” he raved. “There's: the girl; she’s nothing to me, and I’ve treated her too fine, It’s time I broke her proud spirit.” tt te il EComichbooks:coim —