Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 66: what you’re looking at

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68 MOUNTAIN NED. ranger would quietly slip from saddle and secure a scalp when the command passed the dead form of a Comanche. — At lust they ‘reached a place, directly under the ¢liff upon which stood the blue light now burning but faintly, and dropping sparks like a piece of fireworks, and Campbell eall ed them to a balt. 5 “ Another wait?” said De Forest. . 4 “ Yes; my signal is not burning.” : , & “You put a great deal of faith in this girl.” - “ Certainly I do; bas she not given us good reason to trust her ?” aie : “TJ can’t deny that you are right, old man. But, see here; I'm afraid you are booked through, this trip. I never knew you to put much faith in wbat a woman told you before.” “They are‘ desprut unsartin, as Josh Phelps used to say,”’ was the laughing reply of the young Texan, “and some of them are of all things deceitful and desperately wicked, But, Vd trust this girl with my life if it were necessary, and ' she would not go back on me either.” “There’s a light !’ cried a ranger, who had ridden 4a little in advance. “What color ?” shouted Campbell, eagerly. “Red, green and blue in a triangle,” replied the man. “That's it,’ was the response of the captain. “ Advance at a gallop!” | A stunning cheer broke from the delighted rangers, who were tired of the snail’s pace of the last half-hour. The horses feeling the spurs leaped forward like grayhounds released from the leash. It was a wild scramble, a delicious hurly- burly, which should be first in at the death. A fox-chase ; a boar-hunt—only the game was human, though savage. Both the Mexican gentlemen rode gallantly as all Mexicans do, and barely five minutes had passed when they were under the colored lights which gleamed above them like sturs. “These signals are really wonderful,” said Senor Valdez Casielar, as he rode on, by Campbell’s side. “They niust ‘have anticipated our coming and the course we would take, but how could they be sure that the Texans would whip the © ludians ?” | ; | rot a san ei “Bah; they knew the Texans,” was the reply. “Keep Conic ooolks.comn)