Beadle's Dime Novels No. 305: The Girl Scout — page 61: what you’re looking at

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A DOUBLE FAILURE. 65 She reined her horse sharply aside and was about to ride away, when the man Frisbee, acting upon a wink from Gas- ton Foix, caught her bridle and held the mustang back. “Hold on, my girl,” he said. “ You had the better of me a while since, and now I have the best of you. If the Captain is so foolishas to let’ you) go free, after nosing your way in here, we will not. Here, Black Wolf; take this girl out of the saddle and we'll Keb’ her safe ty ey Quick to act in time of danger; Jennie pointed her rifle at. the breast of Frisbee; but, still clinging to. the bridle, he shielded himself by dropping at the length of the bridle in such 4 way that slie could not getya shot at him. A dozen men were making toward -her, when, drawing a small bowie, she severed the bridle. by two quick cuts and: touching the mustang. with her armed heel: was off like a shot. “ Thrice accursed fools!” hissed Gaston, forgetting his neutral position. ‘She is off!” A. single man, unobserved by Jennie, was leaning agniast a tree in the entrance to the island. He iad a dark com- plexion, straight black: hair and glittering eyes, and any one would have known him for’ a “G@reaser” ata glance. He had seen the attempt to take the girl, and, too indolent to exert, himself, had not moved when the rest, rushed in. When the mustang bounded away, approaching the tree where he stood, lie siipped suddenly behind’ the trunk and) waited. ,On came the flying steed, and the Mexican stood firm: at his post, not moving hand or foot. Waving her hand défizntly in air Jennie was about to plunge into the woods when something whistled through the air and a loop of rawhide settled about her waist and tightened quickly and before she had time to think she was plucked out of the saddle by the skillful hand of the Mexican. “T’ve got her,” he yelled. “ Carambo!. She is mine, the captive of my bow and my spear.” But, Jennie had kept her right hand free, and a single slash of the bowie severed the lariat: A moment more and she was in the swamp, with half a dozen of the best trailers in the band upon her track: comichooks,com