Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 8: what you’re looking at

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10 MOUNTAIN NED. was piquant and saucy, and short brown curling locks peeped from beneath her hat. “ Whew !” whistled the mountaineer. “ Who is she—who is she—who the blazes is she? Why don’t I know her, the little— “What's that ? Comanche, by the royal pipers P As he spoke he saw ‘the. girl pull up her horse, a spotted mustang of rare power, and grasp the rifle which lay across her knee. As she did so lance-heads glittered in the sun, and four Comanches with their horses and. trappings blazing in barbaric ornaments rode swiftly up the pass. At the same moment four more arived in the same’ way dashed into the canon from the rear. Tbe girl was in a trap, apparently. The man on the rocks did not hesitate. Hecoolly brought his rifle to his shoulder and was about to fire, when he saw, to his wonder, that the warriors had paused in apparent rev- erence before the young girl and made no hostile sign. “ Warriors!” she cried, in the language of the Comanches. “ Have you listened to the words of the Manitou who dwells in the mountains ?” “We have heard the words,” said a noble-looking warrior as he rode out from among the rest. ‘Silver Lance has no ears for any thing save the words which came from the mouth of the prupbhet through the Blazing Star.. We have done his work, and we have done it well.” “ Now, this beats cock-fighting all to pieces,” growled. the mountain man in accents of utter disgust. “‘ May I never see the Brazos again if I ever heard the like of this, She’s white too—that’s the worst of it, and here she is consorting with this cursed band of Comanches. I ought to give it to Silver Lance, anyhow.” He half raised his rifle as he spoke, and fora moment seemed inclined to fire, but changed his mind immediately as he thought that theshot would bring seven stalwart savages upon him. a Comanche, Comanche!” cried a hoarse voice oa the other side of the gulch. “Iambhere! Beware of the Fiyin Scout /” They looked up and sawa strange being standing upon the bare brown rocks, direetly over their heads |! A. tall spectral figure clad in strange garments, which hung upon euch side hike the wings of a vulture. His long arms | | commiclooks.conn