Beadle's Dime Novels No. 119: Blackeyes — page 97: what you’re looking at

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THE PADRE FOILED. | 99 ah she Senention practiced upon them, and Padre Abrojo, ‘ieee 1€ Cells which had been occupied by the young ais nd Fanny Buttress, saw that the tale was true—they - had, indeed,. escaped. , Nearly beside himself with rage, he ordered the Indians to fake bloodhounds, and to hasten in pursuit of the fugitives. At the same time he sent to collect the band of Mexicans and Indians who were to be under his leadership during the insur- rection, In a short time the hunt commenced. Search being first nade in the vicinity of the temple, it resulted in the discovery of more than he had expected to find. MRejoiced at having Cooped up all his prisoners in such a little place, he ordered his nen to charge and take them, but he found, after two trials, that he could not induce them to, face the deadly rifles of the Americans. | ee, , When they had retired to the shelter of the forest, and While the priest was waiting to complete other arrangements ’ for the reduction of the ruin, fugitives from the village brought intelligence that it had been entered by United States troops. Nothing was left to the natives but submission or death. A deputation was sent back to make terms with the conquerors, and in a few minutes the disappointed priest found himself | deserted by his entire force. Taking. one of the warrior guards, he hastened back to the temple, and unlocked the door of the secret cell in which Major Buttress was confined. The old officer was seized and bound before he had time to resist, and was dragged, by the frantic priest and his assistant, into the large hall, where he Was laid upon the sacrificial altar, ae - “ What does this mean ?” the Major indignantly asked, as soon as he could get breath enough to speak. “Do you call this civilized or proper treatment of a prisoner vie “T mean to kill you!’ wildly exclaimed the padre, draw- ine a knife from his girdle, and flashing it before the eyes of his victim, “ You are to be sacrificed upon .the altar of the Sun, to make the gods merciful to our friends who are. slain.” “Do you mean to slaughter me in cold blood? I see that you do. Answer me one question, I implore you, before I die. What has become of my daughter? connicloooks.com