Beadle's Dime Novels No. 300: The Crested Serpent — page 9: what you’re looking at

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A BITE. SAB tee As she saw the advance of Jose Vallejo, a darker shade overcast her brown face, and a rippling, soft, musical laugh — - eame from between her small, white teeth, as she sneeringly said : “Rich, yet entrapped by that which can purchase a ‘crown. Senor Jose Vallejo, you shall now remember the slight your. daughter put upon me in the city of Mexico. Her proud Castilian blood caused her to slight the Arab woman, the daughter of a Sheik, and the wife of the White Tiger of the Tropics.” | Back of the marquee, in their encampment, were the Tigers, under the trees and tall bocage, engaged in various occupa- tions; but a strong guard patrolled between them and the marquee, and on the edge of the outlet, just wide enough to admit of the passage of a horse, stood a guard; and further down, hid among the rocks and cactus, were others, scanning the valleys below with the practiced eyes of soldiers, Jose Vallejo soon arrived at the outpost. No countersign Was given by him or his guide, but on all sides guards brought their pieces to a present arms. His vanity was aroused; and, although a man of keen sense and finished education, he fell into. a fatal trap, and was lured to his de- struction by a gaudy bait. Arriving at the pass, he rode with confidence after his guide until he reached the plateau. Arnaud Boussard, with a smile upon his sallow face , and - @ meaning light in his eyes, ep tanees toward him, extending ra his hand. - “Weleome, Senor Vallejo! . Dismount anal enter the marquee. My wife, Murieta Boussard. You remember her.” Vallejo bowed low; but wheu his eyes rested upon the brown face of Murieta, and he saw the fiery expression of her eyes, strange misgivings entered his mind, and he wished _ himself back in his hacienda. What Murieta then thought of, his mind was fast revolving. | It was of a slight put upon ‘the unforgiving Arab woman by his haughty daughter, Paula Vallejo. ~~ “Senor Vallejo, we have been enemies; but I, to-day, ex- tended the hand of amity, while I had you, your daughter, and hacienda in my power.” “Yes, Senor Boussard ; I accept the princely present..you - ~ 7 a. ORG ) : comicbooks.com>