Beadle's Dime Novels No. 226: The Mustang-Hunters — page 24: what you’re looking at

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As he spoke, Frank Weston examined the other with great interest. It was the first time he had met the celebrated des- perado. ; ° He saw a small man, of slight, delicate frame, with a fair, pale face, ornamented by a handsome mustache of pale flaxen tint. Curling ringlets of hair fell down on each side of the womanish features, from under the she!ter of a broad bhimmed hat of black glaze, heavily ornamented with gold lace and tassels of gold. ; His costume was in the Mexican style, of black velvet, slashed with scarlet silk, and covered with gold embroidery. He wore around his waist a sash of scarlet silk, fringed with gold, in which Frank counted the butts of no Jess than’ four revolvers; and in his hand he bore a short carbine whose two barrels, one under the other, proclaimed the deadly sixteen-shot repeater. The dress, weapons and liorse-furniture of the stranger were alike rich and beautiful, being loaded with gold. His fingers sparkled with jewels, and in his eurs glittered large diamond earrings, that would have been the envy of a New York belle. But beth the man and his equipments looked strangely out of place on the wild prairie. “ Pray introduce me to your friend, Pete,’ pursued the other, with his low, sweet voice. “ Among gentlemen I am sure that there ought to be acquaintance and friendship.” _“Cert’nly,” said Pete, hastily. Weston noticed that the frontiersman was wonderfully polite to the delicate little stranger, whom he could have probably choked to death with one hand. But every one was civil to Little Gilmore. He had a knack of shooting so wonderfully quick, that it was hardly worth while to be rude to him. So Frank Weston was duly introduced to him by name, “Mr. Weston,” said this singular person, “I have heard of you before, sir. You and I are on the same errand, ip part, I believe.” “Tf you mean the death of that man, Austin, you are right, _ Mr. Gilmore,” returned our hero, “But at present 7 am bound on another quest still, that of the Black Mustang.” a “Thad heard of that too,’ answered the other, quickly ; _ “Mr. Moreau and I have met before, and I saw him only to = Be he mentioned your purport... I am going the nee * 7