Deadwood Dick's Big Deal; or, The Gold Brick of Oregon — page 91: what you’re looking at

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- 4 DEADWOUWD DICK. 93 “Yes, it’s all on my account,” Jack replied. “I joined your gang for the sole purpose of hounding you down to death, and I will do so, if I have not already. Where are you shot?” “In a fatal place. I’m not long for this world.” » Jack tcre the beard from his face, for it was false, leav- ing a perfectly smooth countenance, that belonged to a man of fifty years. Raymond and Deadwood Dick both uttered exclama- tions of surprise. “Jason Farmer!” the former gasped, paling. “I have long suspected you were not far away.” “Then you were right. As Chet Rossitur I was here some time ere I had St. Cecil, alias Deadwood Dick, come to represent me. As Rossitur I entered him into my ser- vice, and behold the result, your ruin, and vengeance for himself, as well as for me!” Raymond made no answer. The millionaire turned to Dick. “Mr. Harris, a little explanation is due to you, whom I have used as a tool, in one sense, to bring this wretch to his fate. “Years ago Stephen Raymond and I were rivals in love, but I was the victor by winnin~ the object of our mutual choice. A little girl baby blessed out union, and when I fancied myself one of the happiest of men, this man struck me a blow. Through his instrumentality my wife was murdered, and my child stolen. Raymond also disappeared, and I never heard of him afterward until about a year ago, when my agent-sold an interest in this mine to him. I then found that I was in partnership with my old enemy, and began to get ready to wreak vengeance upon him. I have that, now. Ruined and run to the death, Stephen Raymond, I cannot ask for more vengeance on you. All I want is my child.” “I don’t know—neither do I care. I drove her from my house last night, and I care not where she is. The game = oe seed ae © “I must seek my camp now,” Dick said, “and if T find r CEORMIC DOOX<SsCOLinle