Tip Top Weekly No. 61: Frank Merriwell in the Mines — page 8: what you’re looking at

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6 7 FRANK MERRIWELL IN THE MINES. Then they sat up and looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces would have made a horse laugh. | “‘Chika-chi hollygo lally!’’ chattered |. ““Go it, nigger!’ cried a voice. **Give it to him, Chinee!”’ shouted an- _| other. “Fight ye tarriess, fight!” bellowed a the Chinaman, trying to get one of his| third. feet out of the spokes of the rear wheel of the bicycle. “Hold on, dar!”” cried Toots, augrily. “Don't yo’ go fo’ teh call me names, yo pigtail washee-washee! I wants yo’ teh ‘stinctly understan’? I’s a ’spectable: cullud pussun, sar!’ the heathen. | “Git ont, you” monkev face! Yo’ run rou’ ice a chicken wif his haid cut off. If yo’s broke mah bisuckle 111 make! yo" pay fo’ it, sar, or Pil cut dat pig-tail | off close up teh yo’ cocumnut— deed | whip, ‘Jeego thar! Let ’em fight it out, I will! I's a ba-a-ad coon when I’m; ma~a-ad !"’ “Black bloy gitee in way,’’ insisted Sing Lee. Muckahi!”? | ‘Yo’ wants ter hold on right whar you’ is, Chinee!’? shouted Toots. can’t call dis nigger no muckahi!. all up wifa razzer!’’ . “Yah!? retorted the Celestial, as he| Merriwell, coolly. lin earnest. ‘‘Black bloy gitee in way,’ declared | ‘*No gittes out, gitee Jun oval. | In a wild burst of delight one of the men ‘snatched out a pair of revolvers and | began shooting in the air. ‘The other boys had dismounted, and | they were enjoying the spectacle till the negro and the Chinaman began. to fight Then Frank called to Jack: “Here, take my wheel! I’ve got to separate thein, or there’l] not be anything left of Toots’ machine.’ He ran over to the combatants eae. caught hold of them. “Hyar!”? roared: the big man with the dad burn yer!’ Frank paid no attention to this, but proceeded to separate the combatants, ‘much to. the disgust of the spectators | in front of the saloon. Ben Boze came down into the street : ‘Yo’ | flourishing his whip. | If yo’ |. does, yo’ am in dangah ob bein’ cayarved | he shouted,. “Didn't Itell yer ter let’ em alone? ” glaring at Frank. ae ‘‘Ah, did you speak to me, sir?’’ asked eT mide t “notice you gave a wild kick in his struggles to. free| were addressing me.” his foot. - ‘“Washee facee, black bloy!”’ “Didn't, hay? Wa-al, yer wants. ter ‘“Yah, yo 'se'fl? Aung back Toots, and | notice when I chrips, tenderfoot, fer I’m then he uttered a howl of pain as one of Sing Lee’s feet struck him on the shins. _ A moment grabbed for the Chinaman’s queue, missed it, and clutched Sing Lee’s shoulder. At the same time Sing Lee knocked off the darky’s cap and fastened both hands in Toots’ wool. -Then there was trouble, | for the two became so. mixed with the bicycle that it seemed doubtful if. either would ever he able to, extricate himself from the wreck, roared with. laughter. a bad man from away up ther crick.”? ‘Vou look it,’? nodded Frank with later the colored boy} mild sarcasin, which the big™ bullwhacker failed to. observe. ecy be it,’? rumbled the man. ey wuss’n a whole tribe o’ ’Paches whien I gits ter riotin’ on ther rampage, an’ all. onery ordinary critters wants ter give me room. Didn’t notice I wuz speakin’ ter yer, hay ? Dern my boots! If you knowed. a little more about Ben Boze o’ Bitter Crick yer’d noticed it: derned suddin’.. ‘When I speaks round yere, common The men in front of the Golden Eagle} galoots git down an’ crawls. When I |chirps, people generally hunts their hole CONMIG NOOKS (SO)