Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 81: what you’re looking at

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DEADWOOD DICK, 8s “TDewager ten dollars ag’in a mate ter my goat, Jerry- miaher, thet they played fer the kid!” No wea nile taht “Great It is only too probable. Raymond Ned usiat av ig tin kon ioe « -“€an’t tell. Mebbe: the thing was bindin’.” “Avalanche, you make me nearly crazy. ,, What: shall be done? You promised me to stand by me.” ‘ “Ef ye’d give up that brother, gail!” “Well, I have half made up my mind to do so-uniess he should restore me the boy; then i’m bound to see-him “Thar can’t be no ‘ifs’ nor ‘ands’ "bout it, C’lamity. I can’t hev no sech galouts as Ralp Chester hangin’ ter yer skirts. Ye opine thar can’t never be no reconciliation "‘twixt you an’ Dick?” “Of course not. After what has passed; he’d-néver have anything to do with me, and I’d never ask him to. Ali I want is my child, and a father’s home with you. : Pt give up this wild life.” “Yell scoot Chester, then?” ~ “Practically, yes. He has his orders, now—never to ap- proach me as a brother, until:he btings me'my boy. I'll pag nate ag aa Hush?’ ' A-knock at the door. '. Jt was not like a man’s rap. “Who’s there?—what’s wanted?" Calamity demanded. “For God’s sake let me in!” a woman's voice cried, in — CHAPTER X. Bug-Juice Buys Stocks. “Tt must be Miss Raymond or élse a stranger. Open ‘the'-door, Avalanche!” Calamity ordered. The Annihilator obeyed, and admitted no less a person -age'than Ruth Raymond. She was a sight to behold. Her dress was torn in sev- eral . ‘plates, her nose was bleeding, as were several conniclooolksSacotnn)™