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DEADWOOD DICK. 85 “Possibly I may do so, although I have sworn to main- tain gecrecy in the matter. You can remain under my ° charge for the present, and I will consider.” “Oh! dear lady, if you will only tell me who I am, and where I can find my real parents, I will be so thankful!” . “Very likely I may do so, ere long. For the present, you had best confine yourself to the next room, so that no chance caller may see you here.” Ruth accordingly entered the little sleeping apartment, and closed the door. Calamity then turned to Avalanche, who had risen, evi- dently to take his departure. “What! not going?” “Yes. I must get out of the camp before day dawn, for there might be trouble were I seen here.” “Perhaps you are right. I shall depend on you to do what you can for me.” “On course, gal, on course, but thar’s one thing ye mustn’t expect o’ me!” “What?” ‘Bout the boy—I can’t Sev nothin’ to do at capterin’ prt” “Why not—pray?” - “Ca’se I'd be goin’ back on Dickey, and he’d never fer- give me. No! no! I'll stan’ by ye, gal, but I can’t take no han’ in capterin’ the kid!” “You are tco conscientious!” Calamity declared: “I don’t see how you are going to serve Deadwood Dick and me at the same time.” “I’m not sarvin’ him—but I don’t keer to do nothin’ ter win his ill-will, which I would be doin’ ef I had a hand in _ the kid case.” sGyall, 3 seppbea it you won't, you won't. I fancy it won't take long to run down the game if the child is in Dick’s possession.” : Avalanche left the shanty without answering. The next morning Stephen Raymond caused it to be — i known throughout the camp how cleverly the Right <¥ Boweries had been swndled by Deadwood Dick as the - pseudo-doctor. The excitement was intense, and Raymond found a few E tv eyrpathize with him over his large loses; but that did go, Coniicbooks.con