Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 26: what you’re looking at

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80 HURRICANE BILM. - huge buck-skin into the midst of the trembling, half distracted crowd. “ Think o’ y’ur weemin—will ye let the Patchies work thar will on your wives an’ daughters ’ithout strikin’ single lick to save ’em from wuss than death? To h—1 wi’ sech or nary cowards !” And with this emphatic expression of his opinion for the “ reasers,” Hurricane Bill wheeled his horse and dashed around the end of the corral, holding a cocked revolver in each band. “To arms, friends—if we can not save our dear ones, at least we will die defending them!’ cried Don Munez, sud- denly overcoming his confusion. “ Quick—to the weapons yonder! Holy Mother of Mercy grant us strength and skill to preserve our belpless loved ones from this terrible danger !” The Mexicans are not necessarily all cowards, though their mode of Jife is enervating. In this case they only needed a leader——one to encourage and» direct them; and when Don Munez and his son, Luis, galloped to where their lances, swords and fire-arms were stacked beside the corral, they followed promptly enough. And as each man clutched the first weapons he could seize, a series of swiftly succeeding shots echoed from beyond the stand, mingled with wild yells of rage and death-agony. They knew that Hurricane Bill was at work, and a loud cheer broke from their lungs. When Hurricane Bill, “ of the Cherokee Nation,” dashed around the corral fence, he had only one thought; that the bright-eyed maiden whose beauteous face and soft tones had made such a deep impression upon his heart, was in danger of death—or worse. Without giving a single thought Lo the danger he himself was running, he galloped forward to place his body between her and the enemy. It was the act of a brave man, if not a prudent. Fifty Wolf* Apaches, mounted on their small, catlike ponies, their half-nuked bodies painted with varied and sig- nificant emblems, brandishing their long scalp-bedecked lances, their fire-arms, their bows and. arrows, yelling, whooping, screeching like,fiends tresh- loosed from pandemonium for a holiday. And yet Hurricane Bill dashed forward to meet them with * One of the grand divisions of the Apaclie nation, - comicboooks.conn