Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 85: what you’re looking at

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DEADWOOD DICK, 87 at a time, with a privilege of a hundred or more. Now, how much do I hear a share? ~ Bid lively, gents—never git another chance like this for a paying investment!’ . “Til give ten cents a share!” roared the bull-whacker, clambering up on a flour barrel. “Ten cents I start her at—me, Bug-juice Bill, ther Terror o’ Tombstone!” “You will confer a favor by keeping quiet, sir. How @ much did you say, Mr. Dunn?” - ““Bifteen dollars!” * “Started at fifteen dollars a share. Who'll make it Stwenty? Going at fifteen, who'll make it twenty?” “Pil give twenty-five!” shouted the bullwhacker, with a flourish. “Fifteen, who'll make it twenty?” shouted St. Clair, paying no attention to him. ““Twenty-five, I say!” yelled Bug-juice. “See here, man, are you going to keep quiet?” St, Ciair cried. “No, I ain't! * retorted the bullwhacker. “I bid twenty. five dollars a share fer ther stock ye’re offerin’, an’ I don’t want yer ter fergit it. My bid’s just as gud as next one!” “fran, you haven’t got two hundred and fifty dollars to. your name!” “You're a liar, an’ I kin lick blazes outen yer. I kin buy ther hull town ef I takes er notion!” and Bug-Juice Bill waved a fist-full of greenbacks in the air. “I’m bid- din’ twenty-five a sheer fer ther stock o’ the Bonanza mine. Docs ary galoot wanter see me an’ go me better?” | .“Pwenty-five dollars is offered! Who'll make it thirty?” . shouted St, Clair. “This is.a cash sale, gents!” “Thirty!” from Mr. Dunn. *“T'll go ten better!” cried a St. Louis speculator. “Hyer’s what'll fetch her a boomin’ up ter fifty!” cried the bullwhacker. “Oh! ye needn’t look goggle-eyed at _™me, Mr. Auctioneer, fer Bug-Juice Bill hes jest got ther : ; collateral ter back his yawp, every day in a week. Hain’t * bin knockin* ‘round ther West fer years all fer nothin’ you het!” “Fifty dollars. a share is offered, gents—a very low sum assure you. a Ne fhe sock paid, Aonbie. that on the market. You are not offering forty per. cent. | ef the actual value, I assure you!” | COmicbooks.conn *