Beadle's Dime Novels No. 226: The Mustang-Hunters — page 20: what you’re looking at

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—S 7 — oat a i sitin ll “.— ~ — . 7 a - - “ - «, -y 7 ~~ - - Be 3 - 2. A. Saree i SS | THE MUSTANG-HUNTERS. _. he’s b’en ever since. He’s managed to skeer that Tom Austin somehow, though they've never met since the day Tom licked him so bad. Little Gilmore follers him all over Texas, and Tom gits up and gils, as soon as ever he hears Gilmore's a- comin’. He knows the little cuss kin shoot the ears off him in no time, now, though he'd never fired a pistol the day he got wallo “Then Austin must be somewhere néar,’ said Frank, ex- citedly. “And perhaps I am turning my back on him? I — must go back, and see this Gilmore, and find if he knows any thing of his whereabouts.” 1 And the impetuous south bad actually turned his horse to execute his purpose, when Pete checked him. They were out on the broad, green prairie now, and the motte and hacienda of Monsieur Moreau were alike invisible. Pete pointed to the west, towards which the sun was sinking to meet a distant line of purple peaks just lifting above the horizon. “Look thar, younker,” he said. “D’yer know what they call them ar’ hills?” “ No,” answered Frank, surprised at the question. “ Them are the Phantom Hills, and tother side o’ them be the peraries whar the Black Musiang ranges. Ef yer want me tu help yer thar, I'll do it; but I'm durned ef I'm a- goin’ on any wild-goose-chase arter Tom Austin or any of his kidney. That's so!” - : Frank hesitated a moment. The good-natured mcuntain- -- man settled the dilemma for him. : “Ef yer wants ter find Tom Austin any time, younker, ver kin do it, arter yer’'ve get the black. Stick to that, and yer ll git the pooty Gabrielle.” The last words decided the young ‘Texan, and he rode on after his companion in silence. Pete urged the little mare from a walk into a slow, easy. Canter, the natural journey pace of the mustang, and the powerful thoroughbred of Weston was compelled to strike inte _ Smart trot to overtake her. The young man began to feel = ge a for his companion’s herse, and igi: