Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 32: what you’re looking at

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84 MOUNTAIN NED. this wild man of the prairies loved the Blazing Star, tbe pride of the Comanche village. “Ts she a prisoner ?” | : “ She says not; sbe saved me er from the wrath of the Flying Man, who ‘obeys ber in all things save one.” “And that one thing? Spéakvt, that a chief may hear.” “ He will not céase to sluy the Comanches, even for her.” “Good; when a man seeks vengeance, let his rebenge deep. The Flying Man is an dilertty after my own heart When we meet blood must stain the earth either from hit veins or from mine.” “ So have I sworn and I will keep my word. Hearken to my words, chief of tlie Comanches. On the other side of th mountain lies a great band of warriors of the white nation. “ Mexicans ?” demanded the chief. “What do the i descendants of Anabuac care for the pale children of the South? They only come to glut our vengeance more filly.” : “They are not Mexieans, great chief. They ure Texans and free trappers, men who go to a fizht as toa banquet, But they come on a peaceful errand if you will lave peace,” “ Whom seek they here ?” “There is a man of Mexico who has lost his child. That was twelve years ago, when you rode at the head of your Warriors into the great city of the Nortb, Ciiiluahua. “Theo you snatched a child from the arms of a flying woman and killed the woman who held the child. It is this girl they seek.” “Wagh; I remember well of what you speak, Does the white man whose hair is gray seek this girl?” “Yes, He brings rich presents, rifles, powder and ball for. the chief of the village; blankets and horses for the braves: —what they choose—if the girl is given up.” “How many of the fighting men of Texas are there ?” The prophet held up both hands ten times extending the fingers in each hand. The Texan band numbered one bun- dred men, : Silver Lance mused for a space, with a look of doubt in his face. Against a hundred Mexicans he would bave- marched boldly with but fifty of his warriors. But a hun- dred Texans and free trappers was another neater, and no one knew it better than he. ws < CONNIcCOOKS: COLL id