Beadle's Half Dime Library No. 891 — page 5: what you’re looking at

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o «gS @ ee | oo oo - . - -—- Both eyes were fast closing up, his mouth ‘was bleeding, his shirt was torn half off, and, taken altogether, he’looked as if he had been having a tough tussle with a wild-cat, or worse. While Dick, he stood with arms folded, not a mark upon him anywhere. And the excited and delighted crowd cheered madly. CHAPTER V. NUGGETVILLE AND PISTOL POLLY, ‘Wri, gentlemen, do you think he will do to take home?” So asked Deadwood Dick, as soon as he could be heard, addressing the four others from Nuggetville. ‘Bf he was done upany wuss, et wouldn’t be worth while to take him atall,” Den Hiker made answer. ‘‘ Kin we borrow a shutter to carry him on, Mayor Mackerel?” Again the crowd whooped and yelled, at this, ‘‘We'd be most mighty mean, ter refuse that,” responded the mayor, ‘‘ Take your pick of shutters or doors, ‘ceptonly them of ther Town Hall. ‘And give our respects to Bill Milligin, our mayor,” added Barth Dimund, ‘“‘If ‘ wants any further infermation from this Gparies, tell him to apply in person next time, instead of sendin’ sich delegates!” ‘* You ber darn!” ¢ The four were in no amiable mood, but, wisely discreet they wanted only to get themselves out of a bad box, A shutter was brought and the insensible ladiator was stretched out upon it on his ack; then his four comrades laid hold upon it and bore him away down the gulch, the crowd giving them a parting cheer. The mayor had surrendered the man’s Weapons, and also gave Deadwood Dick his revolvers, \ ‘‘ Give me your hand, boyee!” he exclaim- ed. ‘‘ That ’ar was the neatest I ever seen done.” — ‘‘That was nothing,” said Dick, giving his hand. ‘* That fellow was only a bag of wind.” 3 ‘« An’ you ar’ a sack o’ sand, by scat!” ‘* You bet he ar’!” « T hope no trouble will come out of it, for your camp here, mayor,” Dick observed. ‘Let ’em make trouble ef they want to,” was the response. ‘‘ Ef they want more of the same medicine, they know whar ther doctor's office is, I opine, But, what’s yer ~ name, pardner?” é ‘¢ Dick Bristol.” ‘* An’ you ar’ travelin’ with this young lady?” | ‘* Happened to come here by the same stage with her, that’s all. She has employed me ‘now, however, 2S her manager,”’ ‘* Wull, ef she has hired you as her knock- -er-out, I ’prove of her choice, by scat! We ar’ goin’ to keep order in the dancin’-school bet or know the reason why, you kin et.” | ‘Glad tohear you say it, mayor. That means that 1 amsare of your support in that direction,” ‘* You bet.” | Thus talking, they returned to the piazza and the crowd dispersed. The young woman was standing there to welcome Dick and congratulate him, and the mayor sat down with them. Meanwhile, the four men from Nuggetville were lugging their fallen champion wearily homeward. Abe did not show any signs of regaining conscivusness on the way, but he did show signs unmistakable of the rough treatment he had received. ‘‘He ar’ pooty bad used up, ain’t he?” ob- no Den Hiker, once whey. they stopped “to rest. tS F . ’ . . e > . ¢ , : r' “ ’ : ‘te Bec ott’ AT Be ( ” 2 4 tp 4 “oh + ry “y ‘a : ae aa > 5 ‘ kd “ye ot “tas s sept ed © HM rr: Ass Oat Pe Tr ; Le | Pei PP ee ee: ita asf ae Deadwood Dick, Jr.’s, Dead-Sure Game. ‘‘You ar’ right he ar’,” agreed Tom Yet- ter. ‘¢ An’ I doubt whether Mayor Milligin will reckernize him,” remarked one Dave Bur- dock, another of the four. | ‘‘Ef he don’t, we’ll have ter swear to his ‘dentity, that’s all,” chimed in the fourth and last of the party—Mose Hefner. The others laughed, und when they had rested and changed places around the impro- vised stretcher they continued on their way. When they neared their destination they were discovered coming, and the word was quickly passed. A crowd quickly gathered, in which Bill Milligin was prominent. ‘They ar’ luggiv’ in a dead man, sure as yan live, mayor,” one man declared positive- ‘‘Et looks like et,” the mayor agreed. ‘¢ No doubt it’s Abe Arnold, an’ them cusses up at Rosy Posy must ’a’ gi’n him his pill.” ‘* An’ ef et’s so—”’ “They’ll git more pilis of ther same kind ’n what they kin digest, an’ don’t you ferget et!” ‘‘That’s what’sther matter. Yes, et’s Abe, sure enough, fer he is ther missin’ man out of ther five. We'll soon know what’s up, now.’ About this time the laid-out man began to come to, and when the shutter was set down in front of the Bungalow Hotel, he sat up and tried to see. | ‘‘ Wh—wh—whar is he?” he feebly de- manded, ‘‘Let me finish him, by hokus, while I’m ’bout et! Let me at him again,” scrambling to his feet and staggering arvund almost like a drunken man, ‘‘an’ see ef I don’t chaw him all to hash! Et’s blud I want an’ blud I’m goin’ to have, you bet!” ‘‘Andit looks asif you had got a dose of it, too,” assented the mayor, in a tone of disgust. “a ‘* What, you here, Milligin?” cried Abe. ‘You darn fool! they have just brought you home on a shutter.” ‘*Wh—what? Home on a shutter—me! Well, I guess not, by hokus! What ye talk- in’ bout?” ‘If you could open your eyes so as to look around, you would know what I’m talking about. What's the meaning of this? What’s happened, boys?” ‘*Wull,” said Den Hiker, ‘‘et means that Abe went lookin’ fer fight an’ he found et; that’s "bout the size of et.” | ‘* Marshal Mackerel knocked him out?” ‘* No, et wasn’t him,” ‘*Who then?” ‘Young feller what kem by ther stage, an’ what seems to be partner with that pooty gal ther driver told us *bout.” “That's et, hey? Well, ‘I ruther opine that same feller will have a chance to take a fall out o’ me this evenin’, if nothin’ bu’sts. Wear’ goin’ over thar, boyees, you bet!” “‘ An’ they’ll be ready fer us, too.” ‘‘Did they say so?” | ‘‘That’s what they done, an’ ther gal has sent a speshul invite fer Nuggetville to be present at ther openin’ of her dancin’- school.” | ‘We'll be thar, you bet!” ‘‘Bet yer life we wull!” roared Arnold. xt dole be thar wi’ both feet an’ loaded fer ar!” ‘‘You’ll have to git your peepers open first,” sneered Milligin. ‘‘ You ar’ a fine specimen of a delegate to send out on busi- ness, and then to come home in this fash- 10n |” - ‘Thunder! what could ye expect? Thar was only us five ’gainst ther hull camp 0’ Rosy Posy!” ‘‘ Bah! didn’t you hear what Den said?” ‘What did he say ?” ‘‘He said one man done you up, an’ a young fellow at that.” ‘‘'Then he’s a blame Iiar; that’s all, Thar ——— ESSE - ial, 5 . was twenty onto me all to oncet, ef thar was one!” ‘‘ Well, have it your way,” said the mayor, “But, that woman at the Bungalow is wait- ing to see you,” ‘‘That’s so! Had fergot bout her, I kin find ther raych,” He could see just a little out of one eye, and making the best use of that he found his way to the hotel. A woman was on the piazza, evidently awaiting his coming, and when he had mounted the steps she took a pinch of bis sleeve and led him into the house, where she put him on a chair, ‘* Well?’ she demanded, ‘Et was her!” the man declared, posi- tively. | ‘You will swear that this young woman who has come to Rosy Posy is the original of the photograph I showed you?” ‘‘Sech is ther case, sure enough, an’ I'll take oath to et on ther pootiest deck o’ cards you ever sot eyes on in your life, Pistol Polly. She’s ther gal you ar’ gunnin’ fer, no mistake.” Guess —_—_—— CHAPTER VI. PISTOL POLLY’S SCHEME. AnD who was this Pistol Polly? She was a woman under twenty-five years = age, and not by any means devoid of good ooks. With her handsome face, however, she had a hard expression, which was natural to her, but which she could chase away in an sees when she chose to put on her usual smile. Here, with this man Arnold, her face was in its natural pose and the hard expression was plainly discernible, She appeared pleased at what she now heard. _ ‘Well, as you are certain on that point, Abe Arnold,” she said, ‘everything is all right. But, tell me, did you see her before you had the fight, or afterward?” ‘‘] tumble to what you’re drivin’ at, Pis- tol Polly. I seen her ’fore the fight. If I hadn't, | guess 1 wouldn’t seen her at all, if it’s"true what they all tell me,” | ‘* Well, it’s trne enough, and the more fool you for getting into a fight. How do you expect to carry out the rest of the work I have got for you to do, now?” om 0a. ‘‘Hadn’t any idea of gettin’ into a fight. I mistook a young fellow fer a milk-an’-water kid, and threw a chunk o’ sod at bim an’ took him in ther neck.” : ‘‘And then you found he was more’n you could handle, eh?’ “To I look as if I handled him?” «You look as if you had been run through a thrashin’ machine, that is how you look,” ‘*Wal, he was the thrashin’ masheen that done et, an’ nobody else, though I wouldn’t ‘mit et to the crowd. But, you kin bet I'll git even with him fer et fore he gits out of this hyer gulch.” | ‘And did I understand Den Hiker to say that this young fellow seems to be a partner of this Lucy Love?” ‘“That’s about ther size of et, Pistol Polly.” ‘‘ What's his name?” ‘Heard ’em call him Bristol.” ‘Then there will be two for you to tackle, — instead of one.” : ‘‘Ther feller and the gal both, hey?” ‘Exactly. But, ’'m half afraid to trust you, now, You are out of trim for impor- tant business,” “Think so? Well, Iain’t then. I'll have my other peeper open by the time ther sun eoes down, an’ then let that galoot at Rosy Posy look well to his health!” ‘‘T hope you will be all right, then. As I have taken you into this thing I don’t want any one else to have a finger in the pie. I have reason to believe that I can trust you,