Laura Brayton — page 69: what you’re looking at

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60 | LAURA BRAYTON. with a bundle of papers in his hand. Old docs they looked like.” “Then he is where we can reach him, Bring this man, Bartram, a full glass of brandy to steady his nerves. Do it right away.” Nathan left the room, and the lawyer turned to Bartram. “Now, if you want money and a chance to bea man once more, l’ll-give it to you. But you have work, serious work to do. After you have taken a dose which will steady that hand of yours and put new courage in your heart, you will go with Nathan Sloth to a point where you can see the man that he has alluded to. Are you armed?” “Yes, I never go without both knife and pistol,” said Bartram, sullenly. “Itis well. You will know the man by his sea- | faring look and gait, and a deep-red scar, which, passing down the entire right cheek, severs his upper lip and extends to the lower one. I wish him followed until you find him communicating with a woman, and then—then both he and the woman must die. I care not how, but both must be got out _ of the way, and you must do it!” “You want another hold on me; more crime to drag me down with.” “Fool! What is one or two more murders to you? Your hand is red with the blood of a dozen lives — already. The rope is twisted, ay, knotted for your neck, if I but let loose the proofs I have upon you. Why then hesitate to do my bidding when as yet I feel like letting you have a longer lease of life and continued immunity from justice?” Bartram trembled from head to foot, but made no reply. GEomicboo S (ele)