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DEADWOOD DICK. Ss ncw On your Way to Right Bower Camp, with something like fifteen thousand dollars on your person, which sum you received from old Farmer, of Helena, who owns the most shares in the company. Never found out how you came to get'in with old Farmer; but, that matters nothing. You're goin’ to Right Bower—not?” “That is where I am aiming for,” was the calm answer, for the stranger’s dark orbs were now blazing with sur- { “Of course you are,” the road-agent went on, coolly. 3 Now, old Farmer. havin’ other business, can’t get down to the Bower often, an’ tho’ he has controllin’ interest, a kink in his mind has caused him to believe that he. ain’t gittin’ wsed squar’; the other two partners, Raymond and Chester, aire gittin’ rich, an’ old Farmer’s takin’ w’ot’s left. So tha:‘s a fuss, an’ a receiver’s sent down to take charge o” affairs, an’ see that fair divy is made, hereafter. Ain’t I right?” “You seem to be remarkably well posted!” Cleve St, Cecil replied. “But, how long do you propose to talk, bere? I am anxious to be moving.” “Ye need not wanter git to Right Bower before ye arrive thar, young man. You'll not find it a werry healthy place, for thar’s no doctors there. As fer my gab, I'll muzzle thet, direct. I know’d ye was comin’, and came tew hev a tork. Don’t want old Farmet’s moiney—don't owe him “Oh! you don’t? I am somewhat relieved to hear that,” and St. Cecil laughed. “No; I ain’t no road-agent. -I know’d ye war goin’ to Right Bower as receiver for the company, an’ I jest wanted to see ye, first, and ax ye ef yer family undertakes knows yer size o’ box.” - “You mean to insinuate that I'll need one, do you?” | | “Jest that. Ef-you go to Right Bower, I'd advise your friends to begin to make up their mournin’ goods. The Jong an’ short of it is, pard, you're onwelcome at the Bower, ’ca’se thar’s them as don’t want no receiver.” “Perhaps not. However, I understood the case before F was appointed to the position. Thanking you for your warning, allow me to advise you that I am fully to take charge of the job, and keep it, so long as Mr. Fare mer’s interests are to be looked after.” | Conmnicloolksaeonn.