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20 DIAMOND DICK, JR. OC'L OF SIGHT. the echoes of the pass were the only re- spouse he got. ‘‘Allee samee no goodee,’’ said the Mascot. ‘‘No gittee in, have to takee next tlain back.’’ ‘“Nary a take back ! ’ begin ther battle. Crack! crack! crack! crack! He whipped out his guns and-opened fire, spattering the movable stone with lead. | But it was all to no purpose, for it brought 10 response from those bellind or within the wall, and the Serpent’s rage increased with each passing moment. Useless to try quote his ravings and vociferations, which would not look well in print anvhow. | ‘‘ Allee saimee no goodee,’’ declared the Mascot, when the storin began to abate a little. back——”’ . ‘And leave our pardner hyer, mebby in a consarned conglomerated gob of con- demned diffikilty ? Not much! Wake up, snakes, an’ hear me swear et! 1’ goin’ in thar, ef et takes all the hair of! You hear me!”? ' ‘“No goodee here,’’ said the Mascot in lower voice, having come close to the Serpent. ‘‘We makee believe we go away, allee samee lookee fol othe] place to gettee in. You sabe ?”? Handsome Harry caught on. “Ff I do go away, I'll come back hyer with a hundred-pound Krupp howitzer in my pocket, an’ I'l] blow the hull durn thing sky-high!’ he roared. “‘Ef iny leetle pardner ain’t thar, though, mebby we’ll find him waitin’ fer us when we git back ter town. Comme on!’ And so saying, the Serpent started off down the road ata swinging pace, thie Mascot following at his heels. Harry was cursing under his breath at every step. | ‘Durn me ef I know what ter do now,”’ he complained. ‘‘Ef our leetle pardner is in thar, and we can’t git in, what good aire we goin’ ter be to him ?”’ ‘Allee samee we have to go lound and git in some othel way, Hally. Takee long time, mebby, but allee samee we git there, you bettee whiskers! Hi-yi! What Wake up snakes, an comee here? Son of old chap, I bettee!’ A turn in the road revealed a negro ‘‘We no gittee in, have to go fight, Mascot, he is so! youth toiling up the roadway in. their direction. ‘‘Glee-ory to snakes! An imp of ther devil, sure enough!’ cried Harry. ‘‘Meb- by he belongs hyer, and ef he does we'll wake him tell what he knows or we’ll skin him alive!’ ‘*Hi-yi! Allee samee that light. Makee him tell if Diamond Dick, Juny, in place behind wall or not. You lettee me tackle him, Hally; me allee sainee think me big enough fol him.’ ‘All right, Mascot, go in, fer I have about split my throat and spent my wind a’ready.”? . ‘’Me fetchee him up, you bettee!”’ The negro youth was by: this time drawing near, and the Mascot called out tohim: | “Say, nig, want to holdee pow-wow with you.”? “Took out, Chinee!’’? the colored boy warned. ‘‘Don’ yo’ go fo’ to monkey wid dis coon, kase why, I have got some bone-handled trouble heah in ima pocket, *bout five inches long an’ a dead open an’ shut. Bettah slow up dar!” Le ‘“Glee-ory to snakes!’ cried the Ser- peutof Siskiyou. ‘‘He 1s goin’ ter show Better let me step in an’ fetch him ter time, I opine ter teekon.”’ “Slow up dar, I tell you folks!” re- peated the negro youth. ‘‘You’s ona slippery road heah, an’ 1t you don't drive careful you’s gwine to tumble in de ditch de fus thing you know! Don’t rouse ine}? | “Hi-yi! Chin-kum-foo! Allee sainee I takee ny pigtail an’ tie lound your neck, chokee some of fight out of you. You lookee fol trouble, seem to ine; you findee all you wantee, if fetchee up against chap ‘bout my size, you bettee!”? “That’s ther way ter talk up to him, Mascot! that’s ther way!’’ cried the Ser- pent of Siskiyou. ‘‘Ef he 1s sighin’ an’ pinin’ fer tribulation, we kin give et to- | him, we kin so!”? “Vou’s two to one, but don’t git me stahted!’ cried the negro youth, holding his ground unflinchingly. ‘‘I wouldn’t like to do it, but if you lay hands on me I jis’ natcherly kyarve you up into mince meat! J ain’t used ma razah in whole Comicloookks.Conn