Beadle's Dime Novels No. 300: The Crested Serpent — page 12: what you’re looking at

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16 THE CRESTED SERPENT. fight with a spéed and daring that caused him to be known through all the desert rezion, and of Arabia. His hair turned from a deep black to a snowy white, yet his face retained its youthfulness, and his eyes their look of intense black. From the appellation of the The Tiger of the Tropics, the prefix “white” was attached, owing to his white hair, and ever after the title of The White Tiger of the Tropies clung to him. Murieta, his Arab wife, lost all of her girlish gentleness as she matured and budded into womanhood, and the bold spirit of her husband took possession of her. . Boussard’s relatives in France having at length heard of his whereabouts from travelers who had visited the East, in- terceded with Napoleon, and Arnaud Boussard was recalled to Paris. Murieta and Boussard took leave of the aged Sheik, who shed tears of grief at their departure, and reached Paris when Napoleon was making preparations for the invasion of Mexico, which command was intrusted to Marshal Bazaine, In Arnaud Boussard, Napoleon saw a useful man, proffered him command of a regiment of- cavalry, which he accepted, and in company with Murieta, his Arabian wife, embarked for Mexico, where he, owing to his. savage, cold cruelty, still retained the Arabian title of The White Tiger of the Tropics. On the spur of the Sierra Madre mountain he held the out- post of the imperial army, and kept up a guerrilla warfare, or. murdered savagely and relentlessly, all prominent Mexicans who were opposed to the Maximillian empire. Napoleon had Withdrawn his forees from Mexican soil, yet such Frenchnien as Boussard, who loved excitement and adventure, remained With the army of Maximilian. ’ A. form was gliding down the mountain side. It was _Humfredo, Drops of perspiration stvod upon his pallid fore- head. With the speed of a racer he fled to the hacienda, and as he leaped over deep chasms formed by rains from. Ahe “Mountain, he would groan aloud in his bitterness. Ie had stood idly by and witnessed the murder of his master, who had reared him from childhood. Soon he arrived at the ha- cienda, and standing at the hedge gateway, under the shade. of a palin-tree, was Paula Vallejo. She saw terror depicted in Humfredo’s faée, and exclaimed : =comicbooks:com