Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 86: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

"BS DEADWOOD DICK, be “Sixty-five!” from the St. Louis party. _ “Seventy!” from a Chicagoan. “Seventy-five!” from St, Louis. “Eighty!” from Chicago. “See hyer!” broke in Bug-Juice Bill, “duz a galoot hev ther privilege o’ the hull thousan’ shares fer spot cash an’ top bid?” ; | “He does,” St. Clair replied, eagerly, for he was in a fair way to make a big thing on his loan to Stephen Ray- mond. : i “Then jest knock ther hull caboodle down to me fer a _ hundred dollars a share.” | There was a momentary silence. St. Clair turned to the ‘ other bidders: {| “Well, gents, what doI hear? Any of you anythirg to say?” The three men shook their heads. tt “Last call! A hundsed dollars is offered. Who will Taise it?” No answer. “Sold to Bug-Juice Bill for one hundred dollars. How many shares will you take, sir?” “The hull thousand!” | “Then step over to the office and we will settle.” Bug-Juice William flapped his arms to his side, gave went to a crow, and gazed around over the crowd. |. “Feller-citizens, I shall hev ter tear myself away fer a@ few minnits; but I won’t be gone long!” he announced, | “Prisently will I be amongst you ag’in, an’ ef ther’s ary — as wants ter climb me, by way 0’ gittin’ ’quainted, m jest ther gentle Zephyr as wull be happy to chew off ie nose!” And with this remark, Bug-Juice dismounted from his ' perch, and followed St. Clair into the office—the broker locking the deor to keep-out the curious. : “What shall I make your name in transferring this stock?” the broker asked, when they were seated, and the ‘ bullwhacker began counting out the money, “Jason Farmer!” was the reply. “I bought in the stock for him.” St. Clair stared, _ He had been wondering what it all meant. Ccommicoooks,.<cOrnn) ~