Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 82: what you’re looking at

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84 MOUNTAIN NED. “At him, Spot!” she shouted. | To the surprise of Minnitash the Spotted mustang reared and struck at him viciously with his fore feet. Staggering back from the shock the Indian shortened his lance, and, still holding the girl firmly by the wrist, pressed the point of the lance firmly against the breast of the raging animal. “You have power over him,” cried the old prophet, sav- agely. ‘Speak to him or he is dead.” “ Back, Spot!” she cried. ‘“ Be quiet !” She saw that the noble animal would be slain if she did not interfere, and at her word he fell back with drooping head and dropped tail, and followed them like a dog as they turned toward the dountain, Mionitash nevereven for a mo- ment releasing bis grip upon the wrist of Blazing Star. An hour’s walk through dark passes and rough paths brought them to the temple in the mountain—the place which bad. given Minnitash the sobriquet of Hill Prophet. <A dark, dis- mal amphitheater walled in on every side by massive rocks, in the center of which, in a roughly-built stone house, blazed the sacred fire of the Comanche, Into this building the pro- phet led his captive, and taking away her weapons bound her ® hands fast and tied her firmly to a post in the center of the room, “ Here you stay until Silver Lance returns,” said the. pro- phet. “ He has fled with the women and children to bring aid from Custodin and Cabanis. - They will come at early morning and you shall see these white wen, swept from the face of the earth.” 3 “You reckon too much on the power of Custodin,” replied the girl, in a mocking tone. “ You forget that “ Flying Man is the friend of the white men.” “The Flying man is not «a Spirit,” was the reply ne bullet can take his life as well as mine.’ “The bullet is not molded which is to take the life of the Flying Scout.” “We shall see, ” was the reply. “ Speak no more, for . will not answer.” Through that long night he sat in silence, rising only to replenish the fire, and even then scarcely removing his eyes from her person, When daylight came he placed food be- connmicloooks.conhn