Beadle's Dime Novels No. 300: The Crested Serpent — page 11: what you’re looking at

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THE FISH LANDED. — 16 CHAPTER II. THE SECRETS OF THE MOUNTAIN CAVERN. Tue coil of the serpent did descend and encircle the neck of Jose Vallejo, and like the quick light of a mirror in the sun’s rays, the tree sprung up into the air, dragging with it the writhing form of Vallejo, and the high-spirited horse, from the back of which he was flung into eternity, reared and plunged with nostrils distended and eyes dilated. “ Murieta,”’ said Arnaud, “this is the Jast. One more added to the long roll of our victims.” She still held the wine-glass in-her hand. Throwing it over the rocks on the edge of the mountain spur, she said in — tones full of venom: “ He drank from that. I will shatter it. Now, Arnaud, let us work for sthe grand achievement of our lives. We have riches that are almost fabulous, and when we can not buy, we will kill.” “ Yes,” said Boussard, “ lives shaJl not stand in our way. Revolutions in this country are but the work of a day, and those who gain power do not know how to use it. Let me but once grasp it, and I will! rally around stch men as will — hold it though the rivers run blood. Throw that carrion down the mountain side,” pointing to the pulseless form of Vallejo, saying which he strode into the marquee with Murieta following after. And who was this bloody-handed man, fitly named a tiger? e Who was this woman—fit mate for the human tiger? A few words will tell. 2 Boussard having served in the French army in Algeria had _ wooed and won a Sheik’s daughter, and, with the wild Be- douin had led a very wild life. All the tribes at enmity with that to which Bouseard had attached himself, had felt his heavy hand, Wherever “his Ss Sword flashed in the fray he fought with the ferocity that aes Could not be overcome, and led his Arab followers. into the 3-5 *