Beadle's Dime Novels No. 300: The Crested Serpent — page 49: what you’re looking at

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Be ; CONJECTURES. BB his home in the south of Mexico; the tree flew back to its Upright position, and it once more bore dead human fruit. “Down with them, and over the mountain with their bodies, ” said Boussard, as the Jast victim to his cruelty ceased | oe © writhe and strugele. “This will be a warning to others, Senor Vidal. No more prisoners will escape from us in the | ~ fature. " P He paused and slowly murmured: “The sorceress said ~ he would not hang—and yet she predicted that some one ~ Would hang. Strange, strange, that all this should prove ~ tine, She saw into the future and exposed ils mysteries. € bas told me, Arnaud Boussard, that a diadem would rest Upon my brow. Will her words, her weird predictions come true? She will come again,” and thus musing, the White iger of the Tropics slowly walked to his marquee. After the execution the camp sunk back into its usual-state Of listless calm and inactivity, the theme of conversation being the escape of the prisoner. Many were the conjec- tutes as to how he made his way from the mountain; and _ §0me believed that he remained hidden away among the trees and rocks. But Boussard thought differently. He believed that gold had corrupted some of his men, and’that, through its Potent agency, the prisoner had been let down one of the two Mountain passes. He was satisfied, for human sacrifices had been offered up to appease his disappointment end deadly anger, “ Senor Vidal, to-morrow I leave the mountain for a hur Ned scout. In the east are signs of the enemy. I have, day after day, noticed smoke ascending from what is called €ga motte. If they are there in force, it is necessary that We should know it; if not in force, their camp must be broken up. The Comninattid of the Tigers will rest upon you ; and in your charge I confide Murieta. She has many whims ; 8ratify them, even though they seem absurd. But, never lose Sight of her, Senor Vidal. We have much at stake, and she is the genius that spurs me on to ambitious designs. With- Out her, the music from her hands, the inspiring words. from : her bonipretes and the deep fire of her ardent eyes, the world _ Would be a blank to Arnaud Boussard. When I ride to battle I think of ber; avd when my saber falls in deadlv strokes, I . a ISL * ; : ; COME OOOKS.CGOMN