Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 54: what you’re looking at

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BO ‘MOUNTAIN’ NED. “ Where is she ?” cried the chief, turning a dark look upon the girl. “ Will the Blazing Star tell me where she ig to be found ?” “Then Silver Lance does not know where she is ?” “ She is—dead.” He looked at her furtively, as if to fathom her thoughts, but the face was impenetrable in its composure. She eyj- dently did not suspect him. ae “Will Silver Lance fight the white men ?” “ Will the wind blow, will the moon ride through the sky at night? Before morning breaks, every white man yonder will be dead or a prisoner. I have made a vow, and it wil] not be broken.” “Then Jet the Comanche wail for the evil to come. TI see graves in all the valley, from end to end.” “ Do the stars say that Silver Lance will die ?” “Tt is written there.” “Then Silver Lance laughs at the stars and at you. Keep your prophesies for one who fears them, but tel! them not to me. <A lying spirit has whispered in the ear of the Blazing Star. The Flying Man of tle Hills has told you this.” “Tbe Flying Man is a prophet.” “It is good; he is the prophet of the pale-faced ‘strangers and not of the Comanches. Minnitash is the prophet of my nation ; Jet us listen to his words. Has Blazing Star turned . traitor to the nation ?” He grasped her suddenly by the arm and Jooked ‘into her face. “ Girl, my people have loved you, and I, their chief, would have given*my life for your sake. I loved you from a little child—-I love you now—but I will kill you if you betray my people.” “ When was I false to the tribe ?” she replied, undaunted _ by his manner. . “I do not kvow, but your words are cold when you speak of the Comanche, and I fear that you no longer love them. Prove that Iam wrong; be the wife of my bosom, and make my lodge-fire bright. If you do this, you can prove that you are a true daughter of the great nation, and that you love them.” | COMIC SOOKXS.COM