Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 14: what you’re looking at

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16 « MOUNTAIN” NED. “You, Mountain Ned?” he cried in broken English. “Me Silver Lance—tme great Comanche chief. Look! You — bring Lipau warriors, you bring Texan anti and fight my men at Casa Grande. You beat-—you take aniy scalps, and now we make revenge. We burn you to-day.” “ You've got to take me first, Silver Lance,” said Mountain Ned. ‘“ Whatever happens .to me, you've got to die. ~ I’ve marked you; my eye is on you, and I Be rer miss my man at this distance. Come on, the whole gang.” ) “ | makes some fights too,” said Jan Pliester, as he took his station beside his friead. “ You took care vat you do.”- Jun bad no confidence in revolver or rifle, but he did be- lieve in the old-fashioned Dutch roer which he held in his hand, a ponderous weapon, but one capable of doing good service at close quarters, -“] been a Yaager vonce,; mein Indian frents”’ continued Jan. ‘“ Off you ton’t gone avay mit yourselfs I shocts you on der middle of next Sbhanuary ; I does, py cracious, now I spoke mit you mit my mout.” By this time the whole force of Indians, with the excep- tion of ‘the borse-guards, were clustered upon the platform in» front of the two determined men who calmly awaited their movements, “T give you chance,” said Silver Lance. “ §’pose you join our tribe and be our warrior, you live.” . “ T’ve lived a white life so far, and I’m going to die a white death. -You can’t scare an old Texan with fire; do your fiercest, for 'm going to begin shooting.” Seeing that he had turned his revolver upon the chief, half a dozen braves sprung in front and rushed at him. As they did so, the revolvers began to crack, and the roer, loaded to the muzzle with buck-shot, was diactrar ged with a deafening roar, and acthally tore a lane through the thickest of the In- dian band. So terrible was the execution that for a moment the Indians recoiled, but the deep voice of Silver Lance urged # them on, “Are the Comanehé braves turned . women 2?” be cried. “Do they fear two men? Their weapons are empty ; wen at them altogether !” They gathered to obey. him, when they were startled by a | COMMEDOOKS: “com -