Pulp Fiction, 1874 · page 40 of 100
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42 MOUNTAIN NED, and in a moment more we see an Indian riding across the prairies, with little Catarina at his saddle-bow. We run for our horses, but the Indian joins a hundred Comanches and rides away, and we have to cross the river to save our lives, [t is a part of the band of Silver Lance, and Hualpa is the man who bas stolen Catarina.” “TI can see it!’ cried the wife of Hualpa, speaking Mexi- ean rapidly. ‘I am that child; Z am Catarina Gomez!” “ Hooray fur me!” roared Veracity. “T knowed I c’u’d do it. Keep yer seat, Silver Lance, or I'll bore a hole plum thru you, sure eZ you live, Senor, youll bev to git a new deal, 1 reckon.” Silver Lance saw that the game was lost, and he was too good 4 politician to show hig chagrin. By a motion of his hand he dismissed Catarina and invited the new-comer to a seat on the skins. “Not yet, chief; send the pipe round fust an’ we'll make a new deal, clear thru. I don’t seem to feel safe until that is done.” Silver Lance, after some demur, accepted the new arrange- ment, and the pipe was passed. t “ Now I'm one of the fam’ly,”’ said Snodgrass, with a sly look. “Senor, I found out, no mater how, thet they was goin’ to wring in @ cold deal” on you an’ I couldn’t stand it nohow you could fix it.” “Cold dew?” \ P “Put up job,” was the explanation. “ Lordy; don’t you understand English ?- Make a trade—palm off Catarina on you fur your darter, so I just happened in to fix things.” _ “ You have my thanks, brave American,” said Senor Caste- Jar. “ And now, chief, what have yon to say after this deceit ?” “T feared that the white men would be angry if I told them the truth,” “ And what is-the truth ; is my child really the wife of an Indian warrior ?” : Silver Lance shook his head. “Where is she ?” : “She is dead!” replied the chief. “ Let the white man go back to his country and tell the mother of the child that she passed away like a spirit.” ry : Comichooksrcom