Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 26: what you’re looking at

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“~ 38 MOUNTAIN NED, | the war-trail. Silver Lance is not stronger than the prophet | when his blood is hot.” “What man of all the tribe dare face Ghib-en-dah, thé Flying Man of the Hills?” replied the strange being proudly. “See; I have given you life because I would not lift my hand against one whose locks are gray. Once for all, go_ your ways in peace and leavegme to do my work.” The Indian shook his head fiercely, and as he did so. Nec Campbell raised himself in such a way that without being seen, he could watch the impending struggle. He saw old Minnitasu, bis iron-gray hair floating loosely about his fan-— tastic dress, boldly facing the Flying Scout, who steod just in front with one foot advanced, his gray robe, covered with feathers, floating about him in a, fleecy cloud. He had no weapon, but his claw-like fingers opened and closed like the talons of an eagle, while his fierce eyes gleamed ominously from under his overhanging eyebrows, “You have hidden the Blazing Star, and will not give her up,” hissed Mirnitash. “I will not go away unless I know.” “You have been kind to the girl you call the Blazing. Star, and for that reason I would not ehed your blood. Go, while there is yet time.” “ Give up the Blazing Star,” screamed Minnitash, sdlbeaty swinging a hatchet in the air and springing upon the Flying Scout. His action was quick but not so rapid as the motion of his opponent, who shot out his strong right hand and clasped the Indian by the wrist. So terrible was the power of his arm that the very bones seemed to crack under the pressure, and the hatchet fell to the earth. But, recovering himself by a sudden effort, the red prophet locked his arms about the body of his foe, and for a moment held even him powerless in his grasp. It was only a momentary advantage, however, for, throwing his left arm about the waist of the Indian, Flying Scout literally tore him from the eart!, hurled him over his hip and planted hig foot upon the neck of the conquered man. “ You dare to measure strength with me, red hound that — you se: !’ cried the wild being. “ mn you shall die by my band.’ Crushed beneath the heavy foot, ‘the old seawbas never GOMMEMDOOXS COM