Beadle's Dime Novels No. 300: The Crested Serpent — page 7: what you’re looking at

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A BATYED UOOK. 44: “ Again, father, I ask you to beware of this man, It is a present of immense value. You are a patriot, and he is an enemy to our country,” said the daughter of Vallejo, “ Parewell, dear daughter,’ and he leaned forward and kissed ber brow. ‘“ Before the sun is hid behind the moun- tain, I will return,” aud he walked to where the superb ani- mal, with its wealthy trappings, stood awaiting him. Arranging the stirrup-straps, he leaped into the saddle, ore motioned the guide to take the lead. Senorita Paula Vallejo stood looking at her father, as he rode toward the mountain. She was tall, slender and graceful in’ her bearing ; eyes intensely black and margined with heavy-. eyelashes, sarmounted with a broad, white forehead, relieved!+. by heavy, delicate eyebrows, that seemed penciled upon tbeir - polished surface. Her complexion was of the pure Castilian , white, face oval, and a chin square and marked with a slight dimple ; and her raven tresses were looped.and fastened with - fastidious care, showing a neck that sloped in a grand curve to shoulders of perfect mold. . “ Humfredo!” she called, in a loud tone. “ Senorita!’ and a Mexican youth, dressed in leather oo breeches and jacket, presented himself. a Se “See, there is your master, He goes to the camp. of thie, 8 White Tiger of the Tropics !” aa : “ Caramba !”” | - pe ““The camp is on the plateau on the — ee on foot; make your way to the camp and witness What takes place. Quick !” : “ Senorita, I know two secret passes to the mountain-top. The other two are guarded by the Tigers, if encamped there.” “Take this pistol.” He accepted the proffered weapon, and with a fleet, swing- ing step, went in pursuit of Jose Vallejo and the Mexiexn guide, sent by the Maximilian colonel, who Was camping. on the mountain plateau. We will now enter the temporary ahode of the White Tiger of the Tropics. On a plateau that slanted down in a gentle swecp, almost to asharp point, was an encampment of imperial treops— Mexicans, French and Austrians—all the bo sae ay Ecomichooks! con: