Beadle's Dime Novels No. 226: The Mustang-Hunters — page 12: what you’re looking at

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? ' ee 4 3 : 74 3 5 sat S | 2 THE MUSTANG-HUNTERS. out of une wreck, along with the colonel’s pistols and rifle. T’ve not found his murderer yet, but when I do, one of us must “And how cum ye out here, lad?” queried the hunter, “ We're outside the settlements here, and there ain’t a ranch around fur miles, ’cept old Moreau’s, the French planter— Why, what's the muss ?” He concluded with this question, noticing that the other blushed deeply. Frank Weston hesitated a moment, and then turned to the grizzly hunter. “Pete Wilkins,” he said, “ your're an old friend of mine. Would you stand by me in trouble ?” _“T would that, lad,” said the kind-hearted mountain man, “ What's the matter? I'll help ye, ef I-kin.” “That same Moreau that you mentioned just now, Pete— he has—a —daughter—named Gabrielle.” _. Old Pete regarded the other with a queer glance for a mc- ment. At last he burst into a laugh, smiting his thigh with his hand. “I knowed it!” he cried; “I knowed it! I knowed as how thar war a woman init, somewhar! What is it, lad? Tm the feller as helps all the unfortnit lovers to git the knot tied. Didn't I help Sir John, the Britisher, to git that ar’ pooty little wife o’ his'’n, Dofia Pepita? Ah, she war a picter, she war. What's your gal like, Frank? Ill help yer, my boy.” = ey att Will you?” said Frank, enthusiastically. “Oh, Pete! = yhe’s sa beautiful ‘ae an angel. She has long curls just like gold in. the sun. « She has eyes like that sky overhead. Her voice is like the cooing of doves. But, oh, Pete! she is proud “and rich, and doesn’t love me—muclh. I met her once when we - were rich, and then her father bowed down to me. Bat now that I am poor she will’not look at me with favor, and repels my suit, unless I can do sumething impossible.” _._ “ Why don't ye leave her, lad?” asked old Pete, with shn- _ ple directness. “If she don't keer a cuss fur yer, yer needn't a 3 a cuss fur er— need yer ?” ee -“ But I think she does, Pete, I think she does care for me a little, She told me yesterday that I might win her if J could, ae ‘csueecetapten jan never to marry any man who could 7 =‘ : Ad % cee oe et ‘a = er 8 ‘ See ee ee Eee Ss 4 ere ee Se = bs Comicbooks: * 3 com - ——. ~~