Bonny Jean, and A Severe Threat — page 64: what you’re looking at

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BONNY JEAN. oT lightning, she realized the situation. Now, Lady loved her horse better than anything else in the world, except—well, there was one exception. The thought of losing the beautiful crea- ture almost deprived her of her senses. Pausing not to reflect, she opened the wooden shutter of the loft where she stood, di- rectly above the opening through which Black had led the horse. “Flirt !” called Adelaide, softly. The sagacious animal paused, and glanced upward. Snatching a revolver from the hay, where some one had dropped it, Lady sprang through the open window. It was only four or five feet above the back of the horse—the girl had per- formed the feat once before in jest—and she alighted square upon Flirt’s back. } The captain of the vigilantes drew back in amazement at the unexpected apparition, while Lady caught the bridle in one hand, and, drawing the revolver, turned it full upon the ruffian’s face. ‘¢Dare to touch me, or my horse,” she panted, and I'll blow your brains out !” So complete was the villain’s astonishment, that he was un- able to utter a word—to make a movement—but stood staring through his mask at the intrepid girl. A sudden suspicion entered Lady’s heart. Always the crea- ture of impulse, she slipped the revolver into her bridle hand, and, turning suddenly, snatched the mask from the face of the vigilante. ‘Ah, Gabriel Black !” she exclaimed, quietly, ‘‘I began to suspect that you had a hand in this.” With a maddened execration, he dashed forward to drag her from the back of the horse; but Flirt could bear no more. With a wild snort the frightened animal flew off, like an arrow from a bow, bearing her young mistress with her. Infuriated at his failure, Black hastened around to the front of the building. GEomicboo cS (ee)