Beadle's Dime Novels No. 309: Mountain Ned — page 9: what you’re looking at

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THE MOUNTAIN. SPECTER. 11 Were extended, and his claw-like fingers worked convulsively, as if he longed to tear his enemies in pieces, “Away, Blazing Star!’ cried the warrior, Silver Lance, “ None can look onthe Flying Scout and live.” The girl, as if inspired by sudden terror, gave her horse the rein and bounded, away, disappearing like the lightning’s flash. As she did so the mountain specter hurled something Upon the earth in the midst-of the warriors. There was a loud explosion and three of the Indians, terribly mangled, fell / from their horses while two others were quite badly wounded, Then, to the utter surprise of the young mountain ranger, the nondescript being leaped out into tbe air and went down like a falling star into the gulch, a hundred feet below, At first he fell rapidly ; then broad wings seemed to expand at the Shoulders, and he alighted upon the earth as light as a feather. Giving a quick motion to his shoulders the wings disappeared as if by magic, and grasping a spear from the bands of a fallen warrior he rushed upon Silver-Lance. A brave who threw himself in the way was pierced through the heart, and the rest, appalled by the wild valor of this incomprehensible being, fleds with loosened rein, while he bcunded after with a siogle unnatural scream of rage, running with a rapidity which surpassed any thing the young mountain ranger bad ever seen. Pursuer and pursued swept down the canon and. were lost to sight, and the mountaineer, astounded at what he had seen, leaped to: his feet. “ ve seen a man that can fly,” he said. “ Blazes | How he did come down those rocks! And didn’t he give it te that black thief with the three feathers in his head-dress | Hi, there; Jan!” “Vere. you vas?” responded a guttural voice, “ I dinks I been asehleep py mineself.” . “ You'd sleep ef the prairie was on_ fire,” oleae the first speaker. “Come out here or you’)l be the worst licked ee ini New Mexico in about Lanes minnits and a alf.” “Ton’t hurry a mans, all der ese, ” grunted the same voice, as a white head appeared from a crevice and a portly body followed. “Jan Pliester nefer vas hurried unt nefer _ vill pe.” connicloooks.com