Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 12: what you’re looking at

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16 HURRICANE BIL. whistle as he freed his jacket, and Tornado pressed closer to the bull until their sides touched. An agile bound, and — Mustang Sam was once more seated in the saddle. Then, as if satisfied, he trotted up to the stand and rejoined Isidora, who took him -to task for making her laugh herself ill— which gave Mustang. a chance for a compliment; but— though they seemed deeply interested in the conversation—I doubt whether the reader Would care for an exact report. But one thing is certain; if they had never done so before, both Hurricane Bill and Mustang Sam were making love fast and furious now. ae, Nor did either Carmela. or Isidora appear very much dis- pleased—remember, reader, they manage matters very differ- ently in Mexico from what we do in our cold clime. But there was one who did not seem to relish the close at- tention paid Carmela, by Hurricane Bill. This was Don Blas Cavello, who also—as if satisfied with the skill he had already displayed—abandoned the saddle for the society of the ladies. Hurricane Bill) simply smiled at the sullen glances he received. Just then he was not in the humor for a ‘ muss.” “ The sport was continued thus for a coupje of hours, until each cavalier had an opportunity to display his address and skill. Then preparations were made for a game of another sort, ‘ This was é gallo—the cock. <A rooster, its head and neck fairly dripping with grease, was secured by one leg to a stout stake driven into the ground, Starting at «a gallop, the Mex- icans rode swiftly toward the spot, bending low down in the saddle and making a grasp at the cock’s neck—the only part by which it was to be caught. The first half a dozen failed, either by the bird dodging aside, or else its greased neck slipping through their fingers, but then one managed to break the cord that bound the fowl to the stake, and with a yell of triumph put spurs !o his steed and dashed away to the “ turn- « ing post ’’—a small clump of cactas— closely followed by the others, whose object was to wrest the fowl from bis grasp. The one who succeeded in carrying the bird, or the largest part of it, back to the starting point, was to be hailed the winner, whether he was the one, who first plucked the fowl or not. comichooks.com