The author of “Harold Ramorez,” etc.,
lit one of the hayseed cigarettes, seated himself
comfortably, with his back against the wall and his
right shoulder just under the lantern, elevated his
knees to support the note-book, turned to a blank
page, and wrote, slowly and earnestly:
“Chapiter the sixth”
He took a knife from his pocket, and, broodingly,
his eyes upon the inward embryos of vision, sharpened
his pencil. After that, he extended a foot and
meditatively rubbed Duke’s back with the side
of his shoe. Creation, with Penrod, did not leap,
full-armed, from the brain; but finally he began to
produce. He wrote very slowly at first, and then
with increasing rapidity; faster and faster, gathering
momentum and growing more and more fevered as he sped,
till at last the true fire came, without which no
lamp of real literature may be made to burn.
Mr. Wilson reched for his gun but our hero had him
covred and soon said Well I guess you don’t
come any of that on me my freind.
Well what makes you so sure about it sneered the other
bitting his lip so savageley that the blood ran.
You are nothing but a common Roadagent any way and
I do not propose to be bafled by such, Ramorez laughed
at this and kep Mr. Wilson covred by his ottomatick.
Soon the two men were struggling together in the death-roes
but soon Mr Wilson got him bound and gaged his mouth
and went away for awhile leavin our hero, it was dark
and he writhd at his bonds writhing on the floor wile
the rats came out of their holes and bit him and vernim
got all over him from the floor of that helish spot
but soon he managed to push the gag out of his mouth
with the end of his toungeu and got all his bonds
off.
Soon Mr Wilson came back to tant him with his helpless
condition flowed by his gang of detectives and they
said Oh look at Ramorez sneering at his plight and
tanted him with his helpless condition because Ramorez
had put the bonds back sos he would look the same but
could throw them off him when he wanted to Just look
at him now sneered they. To hear him talk you
would thought he was hot stuff and they said Look at
him now, him that was going to do so much, Oh I would
not like to be in his fix.
Soon Harold got mad at this and jumped up with blasing
eyes throwin off his bonds like they were air Ha Ha
sneered he I guess you better not talk so much next
time. Soon there flowed another awful struggle
and siezin his ottomatick back from Mr Wilson he shot
two of the detectives through the heart Bing Bing
went the ottomatick and two more went to meet their
Maker only two detectives left now and so he stabbed
one and the scondrel went to meet his Maker for now
our hero was fighting for his very life. It was
dark in there now for night had falen and a terrible
view met the eye Blood was just all over everything
and the rats were eatin the dead men.
