Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 34: what you’re looking at

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86 MOUNTAIN NED. “ What surety have I that no treachery is meant? J havé suffered too much from the Comanches to trust them.” 7 “We are come to stay,” replied Hualpa. “ When thé wae man comes back he must promise that we shall go free. “Who will guide us ?” “This boy,” replied Hualpa, “ We brought bim for this. You way take two of your best men with you to the village.” Senor Castelar did nut hesitate. Calling out two men, oné of them his son, a young man in the uniform of a Mexican colonel, he departed, leaving the Indians in the camp. They picketed their horses quietly and then suffered themselves to be placed under guard, The Texans looked at them curious- ly, for the three were well known as among the bravest of the Comanche tribe. The Texans were men of all ages, armed to the teeth, | chosen from among the most desperate fighters upon the bor- der. Senor Castelar had good advice when he chose these men to penetrate the country of this tribe of Western Arabs, — for they were little less. The three Indians felt that theif leader had done well in taking peaceful measures with such enemies, for not a man among them but looked as if fighting was a pastime. | “ Say, Rube,” said one of the toughest sponley among the free trappers. “ This is a gallus-lockin’ lot we’ve got, ain’t ; ii? I know that Hualpa; he’s the cuss that struck up Bar- au’s ranche an’ killed his stockmen last summer.” “T'm bound to hey his ha’r, then,” said the man addressed. “He killed old Jose, and that greaser was a good boy. Hope the senor won't make any terms.” “He won’t; that cuss Silver Lance never lets up on his ; grip, bet yer life. I know the breed, fur I’ve fit ’em thirty year, an I ain’t done it for nothin’.” Z In the meantime Senor Castelar and his party rode rapidly ‘ down. the passes to the Comanche village. As they cate out of the pass, five hundred armed and painted warriors, glitter- ing with golden amulets\and beads, their spear-heads shining in the sun and their plumes dancing to the breeze from the mountain, suddenly inclosed them, and with guttural shouts escoried them down the slope into the village a chief i i | , econnicloooks,. coin)