English: "Then, as I hung half in, half out of the window, he clutched me by the throat"
Identifier: trailof98northla00servrich (find matches)
Title: The trail of '98 : a Northland romance
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Service, Robert W. (Robert William), 1874-1958
Subjects: Alaska -- Fiction
Publisher: New York : Dodd, Mead and Company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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n to get even some day. Im just layingfor him. I wouldnt be in his shoes for de richestclaim in de Klondike. The mans eyes glittered vengefully between thewhite bandages. Twas all on account of de little girl he done it.You know de girl I mean. Black Jacks dead stuckon her, an de furder she stands him off de moreset he is to get her. Youse dont know dat man.Hes never had de cold mit yet. * Tell me whats the matter, for Heavens sake. Well, when youse didnt come, de little girl shegot worried. I used to be doin chores round derestaurant, an she asks me to take a note up to you.So I said I would. But I got on a drunk dat day,an for a week after I didnt draw a sober breath.When I gets around again I told her Id seen youan given you de note an you was comin in rightaway. Heaven forgive you for that. Yep, dats what I say now. But its all too late.Well, a week went on an you never showed up, anmeantime Locasto was pesterin her cruel. She gotmighty peaked like, pale as a ghost, an I could see
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Then, as I hung half in, half out of the win-dow, he clutched me by the throat THE TRAIL OF 98 317 she cried most all her nights. Den she gives meanudder note. She gives me a hundred dollars totake dat note to you. I said she could lay on medis time. I was de hurry-up kid, an I starts off.But Black Jack must have cottoned on, for he meetsme back of de town an taxes me wid takin a message.Den he sets on me like a wild beast an does me upgood and proper. But Ill fix him yet. Where are the notes? I cried. * In de pocket of me coat. Tell de nurse to fetchin me clothes, an Ill give dem to youse. The nurse brought the clothes, but the little manwas too sore to move. Feel in de inside pocket. There were the notes, folded very small, and writ-ten in pencil. There was a strange faintness at myheart, and my fingers trembled as I opened them.Fear, fear was clutching me, compressing me in anagonising grip. Here was the first. My Darling Boy : Why didnt you come ? I was allready for you. O, it was
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