Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 82: what you’re looking at

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84 DEADWOOD DICK, ‘scratches upon her hands ond wrists, and her hair was disheveled. . “What is the matter, Miss Raymond?” Calamity cried, springing to her feet, and getting a basin of water. “How - come you in this plight?” . “You will be surprised when you hear,” was the answer. _ “T will tell you, in a few moments.” Application of water soon stopped her nose from bleed- ing, and she then seated herself, and gared from one to the other. “Stephen Raymond did this!” she said. “He came home awhile ago in an intoxicated condition, and ordered me to get up and dress. Fearing to disobey, I did so, when he swore at me, said I was not his daughter, and that he was going to kill me. He knocked me down and kicked me, y, and I think he would have carried out his threat, only that I struggled to my feet, hit him with a chair, and then fled from the building, and wandered here. Oh! what shall I do? I never saw him as he is now. He will kill me if he finds me!” “Oh! but I reckon he won't, while I’m on terra firma!” a: Aaa “You stay right here, and I will look out you.” “Oh! but you are too kind. I am so grateful to you. Do you think he will come here in search of me?” “I reckon not. If he does, I'll send him away mighty quick. He’s off his base to-night, "cause he lost every dollar he had in the world at cards! “What! does he gamble?” “Something like three hundred thousand dollars’ worth yesterday—for it is now a new day!” “You spoke of his claiming you were not his daughter?” Old Avalanche said. “What do you make of that?” “I believe it to be true, sir,” Ruth responded, “although | I have lived with him ever since I can remember, I have reason to believe I am not his daughter, from the fact that | I bear india-ink initials, worked in my arm, that are dif- ferent from my present name.” “I can put you at rest in regard to this matter,” Calam- ity asserted. “You are not Stephen Raymond’s daughter, Sens rae 5 Say. Say Folate’ 50 Sie I know who you - are and who your parents are . @b? then you will tell =~ Ruth cried eagerly, Comicbook=: Com