Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 20: what you’re looking at

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24 HURRICANE. BILL. some message for your friends. If so, we will wait for you,” laughed Don Blas. “Thank you for nothing, senor. Did you ever hear a coy- ote attempt to imitate the cry ofa jaguar?’ J have.” “This igs a fool trick o’ your’n, Mustang,” muttered Hurri- cane Bill, as the Mad Rider turned away from the Mexicans, “ What good can it do you, even s’pose you beat the var- mints? Better let.me walk into the greuser—it’d be the easiest way.” | “ Yes, you al’ays want all the fun yourself, pard; but you know me—an’ you know Tornado, too. In less’n ten min- utes you’ll see three badly-fooled greasers—an’ mebbe one on ’em with a broken neck, fer he’s goin’ down, shore!” “Ef they should get the better o’ you, pard, you kin jest bet high tharll be a hullsale funeral ’round hyar in hafe less'n no time. [ll show these greasers how a white man kin handle revolvers,” “ You won’t have the chance, pard. I’m runnin’ this ma- chine,” laughed Mustang. ‘“ Yonder they go!” As he spoke, Don Cavello and two picked men rode apart from the main body, holding their lassoes in sti Mustang Sam only paused to add: “Ef you see any foul play, sock it to ’em, Hurricane; but don’t interfere onless.”’ Then galloping forward he bent low in the saddle and deftly picked up the broken lance-shaft; a stout. piece of wood some six feet or more in length. Then making a half- circuit, he wheeled round and faced the three Mexicans. In obedience to a gesture from Don Blas, the two men shot out to the left and right, evidently meaning to close in with the American upon the flanks, while their chief attacked him in front. Mustang Sam sat quietly watching them, a bare bowie-knife in his right hand, his left grasping the bridle-reins and the broken shaft. A single moment of breathless interest, in Which all eyes” were rivited upon the brilliant figure of the bold scout, who was, apparently, the coolest person upon the grounds. Then came a sudden change. At a wild yell from the lips of Don Blas Cavello, the three horsemen dashed forward at full speed, the black, snake-like comichooks.com |