The American Claimant by Mark Twain
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Angelico that--"
"Illuminated liver-pad, that's what it is. Give it here--good day-- people will think I've robbed a' nigger barber-shop." As he slammed the door behind him the Colonel shouted with an anguished accent-- "Do please cover them up--don't let the damp get at them. The delicate tints in the Angelico--" But the man was gone. Washington re-appeared and said he had looked everywhere, and so had Mrs. Sellers and the servants, but in vain; and went on to say he wished he could get his eye on a certain man about this time--no need to hunt up that pocket-book then. The Colonel's interest was awake at once. "What man?" "One-armed Pete they call him out there--out in the Cherokee country I mean. Robbed the bank in Tahlequah." "Do they have banks in Tahlequah?" "Yes--a bank, anyway. He was suspected of robbing it. Whoever did it got away with more than twenty thousand dollars. They offered a reward of five thousand. I believe I saw that very man, on my way east." "No--is that so? |
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