Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 15: what you’re looking at

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A SENSIBLE CONCLUSION. ~ 19 fer his pile, an’ Pll give you a chaince to git even, ef so be you think I played it fine on ye, a bit sence. Jest say how ye wish—afoot or or hossback—’th knives, pistols or rifles ; ary one or the lot—it’s all the same to me.” “ No—” quickly interrupted Don Munez, stepping forward. “There must be no quarreling between friends on this day. Gentlemen, I call on you—belp me keep peace !” “Don’t be a fool, Hurricane,” muttered Mustang, in his chum’s ear. “ Mebbe we mought clean out the crowd, but ef we'd hurt any o’ thar ’lations, they’d give us the shane see ?” ’ “You're right, pard—I didn’t think o’ that!” 7 8 r CHAPTER Il . REVOLVER AND LASSO. * FIURRICANH, what ye say to givin’ the a ea a spec’min 0’ your shootin’ ?”’ added Mustang. “ Jest as you say, pard,” was the quiet reply, though the blue eyes wandered toward the post against which the piump, trim figure of Carmela Munez was leaning. | “ Gentlemen,” added Mustang Sam, turning toward the Mexicans who were still gathered around the sullen Don Blas Cavello; “ you have kindly allowed us to join in your sports, first showing us how the feats were to be performed. Now, with your permission, we will return the compliment by giv- ing you a specimen of our northern sports, though doubtless you can improve upon them.” / “ Let up, psrd—your tongue runs at both cends this niory: in’. Cut it short an’ le’s git to work,” impatiently muttered Hurricane. “ Easy, sport; I’m running this machine. You look to your barkers, and leave the fine touches to me,” a litte sharply replied Mustang Sam. Hurricane held his peace, and took a quick glance at the comicboooks.com