Trooper Tales — page 72: what you’re looking at

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64 - Toreador, the Game One. and more of the rocky trail was silently left behind. Very cautiously he emerged from the coffee shrubs a few rods from the shack. He was weak; his breath came fast. The big bag of silver pesos seemed very heavy. And as Benito’s eyes peered through the dark he saw the little maiden whom he loved. The arms of a big American cavalryman were around her, and she was smiling into his eyes. Then Benito crawled back toward the lights of the vil- lage. The heavy bag of silver pesos lay by a big stone at the edge of the trail. Down in Benito’s shack, Toreador, sore and blinded, dreamed of the battle he had won. But the story of Benito, the poor Porto Rican, is not ended. EComicdooks (E)