Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 64: what you’re looking at

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66 MOUNTAIN NED. object came rushing down the mountain side, spitting fire as it came, aud exploded in their very midst, spreading death on every hand. The Indiaus would hive fled, but, as the crowd surged back, down the pass, one of these strange globes fell in their path and foreed them back. It was a moment of utter confusion and dismay, a moment never to be forgotten in the history of the Comanche nation. Smaller globes of the same nature, followed by a train of | sparks, bissed down upon them. The destruction was terrible, hemmed as they Were into the narrow pass, and even Silver Lance, brave as he undoubtedly was, lost beart for a moment and began to look about Lim for some avenue of escape. In the midst of the pandemonium of yells, groans and curses, the gigantic form of the Flying Scout was seen upon the lofty rock, fully revealed in the sulphurous glare, holding in each hand one of the globes they so much dreaded, which he hurled first with the right hand and then withthe left, with marvelous precision and force. This was too much. The In- dians dreaded this remarkable man beyond Measure, and it only ngeded a sight at him to complete their dismay. Noth- ing was now thought of save flight, no matter how; any thing, anywhere, to take them out of the reach of the destroyer of their race. Those who could get to their horses mounted and dashed away at headlong speed, and Silver Lance was borne away in the torrent. The fiery rain continued as they fled. “ Go, cowards !” screamed the Flying Scout. “I am com- ing; I will meet you, fly where you will!” \ As he spoke he hurled the last globe and darted away. At the same moment the white rangers charged up the pass, for they saw the solitary yellow light which warned them to ad- vance, gleaming upon a lofty cliff’ They dashed on with rifles ready, bat paused in utter wonder as they reached the pass and saw the dreadful destruction which had been wrought by the fiery globes hurled by the vindictive hand of the durk being known as the Flying Scout. They were men to whom the sight of blood was familiar, who had faced death in many shapes, but never hud they seew it in this form. Over fifty of the Comanche band, either dead or desperately wounded, lay upen the rocky floor of the pass. The had fallen in every conceivable position, and their gore bad ‘ CoOmmicoooks. Conn