Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 65: what you’re looking at

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WOOL-GATHERLNG. 67. sprinkled the rocks about them until it seemed.a very slaughter- pen, : _“Ger-eat Julius Cesar !” gasped Rube Best, as he drop- ped the butt of. his rifle. upon the earth and looked at the scene by the light of the still blazing. fire upon the hill. “This licks my cats all to pieces. _Cap—you don’t ask me to believe that this is all one man’s work ?” “ Not only that, but you have not seen the whole of it, by any means,” said. Campbell.‘ Probably Silver Lance had nearly. four .hundred men left, and if so many have been killed by the shells, at least twice that number have gone away wounded. This Flying Scout is no Myth, boys; he is a veritable character, and as you see—a terrible one,” “ Bet yer elarnal life on it. Boys, when I want to pick out an inimy I'd like to tackle I'll bet money it won’t be the Fiying Scout. Ain't he jest pizen, though; ain’t he a true bred roarer ? .1 never see the beat.” “Shall we follow 2?” said De Forest. The men are im- Patient to get on and have another hack at the miscreants. They say that now is the time to pitch in when they are half frightened to death.” “ Wait,” said Campbell, “ This beautiful girl has left me a code of signals and as they have worked so well so far 1 don’t see why we should not follow them still, When I gee the light we will advance, and not before.” Se in BE “Then I reckon we'd better go a wool-gatberin’,” said Rube Best, as be drew. his bowie, “ Thunder; what a dime lll hey in Chewawa (Chihuahua) when we go beck. O,, gal-ory |” _ Most of the rangers plunged into the horrible work with Infinite zest, but a few remained by the Mexicans and other leaders. It might bave been half an hour later when a blue light was seen upon a rock nearly a mile ahead. “ What doves that mean ?”? demanded De Forest. “* Advanee at a footpace with the horses, ” replied Camp- I, By this time the horse-guards had brought up the ani- Mals, grumbling that they bad no chance to get any scalps, “ney became better natured when the Mexicans promised to make the loss good to them, and the party rode on slowly mi direction of the gleaming light. Now and then a COMmMiclOolkkS.COmn