Beadle's Dime Novels No. 300: The Crested Serpent — page 23: what you’re looking at

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QUESTIONED. | | 2 “ Hernando Vidal.” “ Which route 7” “ City of Mexico.” “ City of Mexico?” he said, and a strange expression flitted over his face. Paula Vallejo noticed this expression, and she Knew that these queries were but a prelude to questions of a more im- | portant character, which were to cause her to divulge what - party she was an adherent of. } “Have you business there ?” * T have.” “With whom ?” “ Ramon Mendez.” ‘ Carajo !” he ejaculated, and a frown settled upon his brow. “Ramon Mendez, the traitor !” Paula now knew sufficient to convince her that her ques- tioner was a staunch Liberal and hated the Imperial Govern- ment with the same bitterness as herself. “Tam true to my country,” she said. “If so, why visit Ramon Mendez—the traitor—the . as: Sassin ?” “ For the good of Mexico, and to gain the power to destroy the White Tiger of the Tropics.” ‘ What proof have I of this?” “ A few hours’ ride from here is the camp of the Tigers, On the point of the mountain-spur that runs into the valley.” True.” “ There are but two passes to his stronghold, and they are both guarded.” * True.” “ But there are other passes.” ry “ One,” he answered, and the expression of his face passed from th: it of doubt to one of inquiry. “ More than one,” persisted Paula. She raised her hand so that the ring on it was exposed to View, touched the spring, and the head of the Crested Serpent a flew out, then disappeared. A look-of enthusiasm pervaded ad his face, and hggextended his hand, exclaiming ; “ Marta! Go, the road is open to you. She is true to” Mexico and ner people.” Gomicbookscom) ati