Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 60: what you’re looking at

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62 - - MOUNTAIN NED. thing, my friends do not know you. But I can say, as you have said, that nothing would induce you to betray a friend. We do not intend te attack them, but rakher to flank them by the south pass.” . * You must citknge your plans in a measure. It is a good rule not-to bar the way of a fighting enemy, and if you cut them off from the village, they will fight like rats in a trap, Listen: when you see three lights burning on the top of yon- der rock, form your men on. foot and attack the Indians. in the mouth of the pass. I promise you that half an hour later there shall be no Indian in the pass, and you may march safely out into the plain.” , “Do you give me your word of honor that, this is true ?” Yes.” “Ts the Flying Scout in it ?” “ He is.” “Then Iam your man. You may go with the assurance that I will carry out your plans to the letter, as far as I am concerned. Be careful of yourseif.” | “T am no longer friendly with Silver Lance. He sent'me a prisoner to the village, three hours ago, but I managed _to escape from his guard. Remember my orders, and attack them the morfent you see the three green lights gleaming on the rock.” “Shall I not send some onewith you? Are you not afraid to go alone.” “ Nonsense, captain. I have roamed these hills too long for that. Is this the gentleman who is looking for his lost shild, captain ?” A This is Senor Castelar ” “JT am sorry for you,’ she said, frankly, turning to him— “really and truly sorry. I have a message for you from one you once knew, but whose name Tecan not repeat even to you.” “ What is the message ?” “* Hone! A good time is at hand, when the one you luvs shall be given to your arms.” “Can you not tell me the person’s name ?” “No; that is forbidden. Regard it as a message from the grave, but believe in it. Esperanza! Watch for the signals, and be prompt.” | : ne Commicoooks. conn