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62 ‘THE MAID' OF THE MOUNTAIN. 7 De Castro. His countenance was distorted with passion, and he held up to view his discolored thumbs. “ Do you see them, wretch that you are ?” he cried. “ Yes, I see them,” said Elliot, coolly, “ They look rather blue. 2 “Devils! Then bear this in mind. You shall die. Bet, before you yield your breath, every inch of your body shall lock like that. Did you think, when you tortured me, that a De Castro would ever suffer such indignity to go unpunished ? They never forget.” “ You trouble me,” said Elliot.“ Come, what do you pro- pose to do with me here ?” * Do you mean to mig that you do not fear me?” shrieked De Castro. : “Fear you? Not in the least. If my hands were free, I should take pleasure in knocking you down, however’” De Castro drew a knife and rushed at him; but, half a dozen men seized and held the infuriated man back. 2. Lennage gat wt him,” he roared. “JT will bave his heart's blood!” _ “ All in good time, De Castro,” said a slight fellow who was holding him, among others. “ But, we are not aie willing that you should have all the pleasure to Elliot turned a single look at the speaker, and read ‘his nature in that quick glanee. As we have said, he was a slight fellow, almost effeminate, in fact, with a face cut like an ancient cameo. - But, notwithstanding the chiseled exactness of every feature, it was a cruel, bad face, atier all. He was dressed in & somewhat foppish manner for an outlaw, and wore upon his right hand litte finger a magnificent solitaire diamond, which glittered in the faint Sieh ghee he laid a detaining grasp on the Mexican, © — wth “ Don’t hold me, Ralph Garfieta,” hissed the Mexican. “I must have my revenge.” - « And I repeat that you are entitled to it and shall have jt,” replied the young outlaw. “ But this is notthe time for such things. You dare not move without the orders of the chief.” “J forgot that,” said De Castro, “He would be angry if we dared to kil] the rascal without his permission.” conmicoooks.com