Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 24: what you’re looking at

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28 HURRICANE BILL. . ing the sullen Mexican a lesson—a ‘esson ‘that will be re- membered as long as the breath of life remains in his body. Yet be means to teach this lesson wit?out breaking either in letter or spirit the rules of the contest. 7 This is why be does not cast off the noose, why he does — not make use of the keen knife in bis hand to sever the rope; and this is. the reason, too, why Tornado does not more speedily overbaul the fleeing Mexican. Don Blas is proud and self-conceited. His words and demeanor have evidenced this. He isin love with Carmela Munez—that too is plain. Then what must be his feelings to fly like a very coward from au single man, with her bright eyes looking down upon his discomfiture ? He was receiving a lesson——a bitter one, . As though he meant to end it all at once, Don Blas drew his bright cuchillo, resolved to cut the lasso, though it went strongly against the erain. “ Hold!” shouted Mustang Sam, sharply, “remember the rules—you are lo use DO Weapons but the lasso, Break them, and by the Eternal! Pll shoot you like a coyote !’ Don Blas hesitated, seemingly in doubt whether to brave the threatened shot. That delay was fatal to his hopes of escaping ign minious defeat, In answer to a low, peculiar cry, Tornado increased his speed, fairly flying over the ground, and ten seconds later was treading on the spotted mustang’s heels. Then, for the first time since beginning the strange race, Mustang Sam touched the bridle-reins. Tornado rose into the air and bounded forward, alighting fairly upon the spotted mustang’s haunches, crushing him to the ground like a blade of grass. At the sume instant Mustang Sam severed the lasso and rode over the straggling hedp, janghing loud and shrilly. Ha! was that an echo? It is long drawn, shrill and piercing—but it lacks the tinge of mirth. Againt Now other sounds mingle with it—the terrified shrieks of women —the quavering shouts of men—almost drowned by the wild, blood-curdling chorus, “ Indians—Patehies, by the Etarnal!” gritied Mustang. And the scolit was rigut. The Apaches were upon them commiclbooks.conn