Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 22: what you’re looking at

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26 HURRICANE BILL. With another ringing laugh he wheeled around and sped away at an abrupt tangent, so as to bring the second vaquero nearest to him, while Don Blas was still two hundred yards away. The spectators fairly held their breath as they saw the scout dashing directly in front of the vaquero, who was preparing to .muke bis second cast. But in his baste to im- prove this favorable Opportunity, he fell into the very trap laid for him by quick-wiited Mustang. It seemed as though a single second would carry the black horse beyond range and this thought caused the Mexican to burl the rope too hastily for accuracy, and the black coil was flying over the scoul’s head, when he flung up his stick and caught the rope. Another ery broke frem the spectators, and Hurricane Bill half raised his revolver, with a grating eurse. All believed that Mustang bad been caught around the wrist while trying to cast aside the noose, Guiding Tornado simply by the pressure of his knees and the swaying of his body, the scout dashed toward the vaque- ro, drawing in the rope hand over hand, until within twenty feet of him. Thien, like a firsh he circled round the aston-— ished horseman, who, ere he divined the object of his antag- onist, was burled heavily to the ground together with his horse, Whose legs were entangled in the coil. Tben with one sweep of his knife, Mustang severed the losso, and uttered a second yell of triumph. But at the same moment he felt a snaky coil strike his head and breast, and knew that he was caught in the toils by Don Blas Cavello; who bad galloped up just in time to avenge the downfall of his last vaquero. His Jasso, true to its aim, passed fairly over the scoul’s bead and shoulders, tightening around his chest, pinning both arms to bis side. Had not Tornado been so perfectly trained, had he not so fully understood every motion, touch and tone of his rider, the daring scout would have ended his race then and there, for Don Cavello wheeled his horse to flee, intending to pluck” his antagonist from the saddle, and once unscated, Mustang — Sam would bave met with slight merey at the swart Mexi- can’s hands, for he had not forgotten the recent defeat he — had suffered, and would risk the vengeance of Hurricane Bill. ——— or even the just anger of his own countrymen at his break-— commiclbooks.conn