Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 90: what you’re looking at

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62 DEADWOOD DICK. When he had all arranged, Deadwood Dick dropped into the Palace. But a few men were in the place, and they were armed and waiting for the attack. Gold Brick (otherwise Calamity Jane) was presiding be- hind the bar. Sauntering up, Dick called and paid fer a cigar in the same indifferent way as if they had never met before. “Your aim was unsteady to-night,” he remarked dryly. “T did not aim to kill; I merely wished to stop the quar- rel!” she retorted. “You'd better hide the fellow. I shall drop him at first provocation.” She did not answer, but her eyes emitted a gleam that did not imply gocd will. The rustlers’ were prompt. At about ten o’clock a party of fifty-five horsemen dashed into the camp, to be welcomed by volley after vol- ley of bullets poured into their midst from cither side of the street, thinning their numbers terribly. The riders re- turned fire, and the air was discordant with oaths and shouts of vengeance. But they were fairly caught, and the further they dashed § on into town the worse they got it, until so great was their. - loss that the order “scatter” was yelled out, and they took to flight in every possible direction. | Then when the citizens poured forth into the street once more, the cry of “Hurrah for Deadwood Dick!” was taken ‘up and shouted until the very gulch walls seemed to catch the spirit of enthusiasm and echced and re-echoed the cry. ; A look over the battlefield showed that fully two-thirds of the attacking party had been shot down. Deadwood Dick came to where Jack was kneeling be-. side Stephen Raymond, who was not yet dead. “Help me to take him to one side. I smust find some- thing out ere he dies,” the man said. They raised him and took him away. ' In due time they came to a dimly moonlit spot, where tedite, ang 6 likely to be disturbed. He was still con- scious, and: eyed them anxiously, evidently fearing that - ary winded te wse viclence: ay were a little too cute, but it’s all on his account,” pp a savage scowl at Jack. - Conic ooolks. conn)