Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 44 of 100
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48 THE CRESTED SERPENT. - “ Senor Steager, will you renounce your allegiance to the Liberal Genes, and join the Imperial ranks? High nano await you.” ““Steager would like to eae his life, but Steager can not purchase it at such a price.” re, “Then your doom is sealed. Think again. Whatis your — " answer ?” “Steager has spoken.” | * To-morrow at sunrise you die, by inti We have a : novel way of disposing of such as you, Senor Steager. No trap; just a gentle lift from mother earth, and all is over. — Take him back to the tent and guard him well. If he escapes — the guard hang in his stead. " You spoke truly,” snotcenea Marta. “ He will surely hang.” “T can see a scaffold in the distance, but not for him. There are two victims, but not this one.” BS “ You are at fault there. No power on earth can save him — now. The White Tiger of the Tropics has spoken; and by q the white hairs that crown his head, this man must hang!” “Know you, wonderful woman,” said Murieta, in awe, — “aught of me ?” . Gazing a moment into Murieta’s face, the prophetess an-— swered : g “You lived with your father on tlve desert sands of Arabia : and whither he roved you went; what he ate, you ate, and — his sun was your sun. A stranger came among you, bold and — warlike. You sung to him when the stars, which I read as a book, took their mysterious shapes upon the face of the dark sky, and he listened and loved, and by the rites of the Mo-— hammedan faith you bound yourself to him for life. Your — destinies, that have been traced on the book of prophecy, — caused you to leave the arid plains and the delightful groves * that margin them, for the land of the Aztecs, where the pro-% a phecy is about to be fulfilled.” “ Woman, whence all this power—all this ehowledge ?” said Murieta. . 3 “From the stars.” be Tr | ay _* Where do you reside ?” : : “In the air—everywhere. IT go,” and she strode from the tent and took her way through the encampment. Comichbooks: com