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Roy Norton The Red Book Magazine, Volume 4… (1905)

A big walloper pulls his knife and cuts her open, while I feels that all hope is loping off like a stampeded cayuse. But what do you think he found? Nothing but a few nice, big, fat, dirty chunks of common lead! Do you get me lucid?
“That yellow pup Wong, that I loved like a brother, had stood in with the gang, four-flushed me out of China with a marked deck, and confisticated not only my share of the big deal, but all I had earned in two years’ hard work.
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Roy Norton The Red Book Magazine, Volume 4… (1905)

Sounded like a herd of rats pattering off the wharf and bridge as Wong’s men—a regular army of ’em—snaked that stuff ashore. Took them less time than it would me to borrow a dollar. Then that innocently empty raft goes lazily off out into the stream and the job is off.
“Well, when it comes time for me to jog up the trail home, you can reckon I was mighty juberous. Figured out I only needed a few more like that to start a bank. I gets part-way to my wickeyup when I’m flagged by my old pal Wong, who seems in somewhat of a hustle.
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Roy Norton The Red Book Magazine, Volume 4… (1905)

Clean gold dreamed of gold, tried to eat it, sweat gold from every pore.
“Finally I goes to work on old Wong and loads him up with the idea to make a big clean-up. Regular wholesale round-up. Ship in a whole junk-load from up the river on the first rainy night, and get away with a wad of the yellow all at once.
“Honest, it was so easy I have to grin aloud when I think of it. The junk just floated down nice and smooth until she hove to alongside the custom house, which was noisy with stillness, me having the sabe to give all the sub-inspectors a night off.
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