Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 27: what you’re looking at

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HUMAN TARGETS. © $1 outstretched hands clasping the revolvers he knew so well how to handle, his face sternly set, his blue eyes glittering like burnished steel, his long yellow Jocks streaming out from beneath the gray felt hat like the trail of a comet. ‘It was a thrilling—a glorious sight ! Q In amazement at this strange and unlooked-for move, ‘the Apaches, with little cries of wonder and doubt, involuntarily pressed hard upon their reins, checking, their snorting ponies, Almust simultaneously, Hurricane Bill uttered a sharp cry, and bis well-trained, buck-skin balted instantly, standing like a statue of clay before the dusky, paint-bedaubed horde. _ And then, so rapidly that mortal tongue could not follow the reports, the revolvers of the plainsman vomited forth their contents, carrying death into the closely crowded ranks of the Apxches, emptying blankets and robes like magic. So swiftly did the reports succeed each other, that it sounded like one long roll of a teuor drum—ag though the marksman was firing at random. But such was not the case. Nota bullet left its chamber until one of the astonished Apaches was covered with the silver drop. And the eye that had guided the six bullets against the keen edge of Mustang Sam’s bowie-knife a short lime previously, did not fail the bold scout now. True and unerring as though guided by the hand of fate, the leaden missiles sped to their mark; and the air was rent with yells of death agony as savage after savage flung aloft his arms, dropping beneath the trampling hoofs, tearing and biting the hot sand in their last throes, All this occupied scarce a score of seconds, and before the Apaches could recover from the astonishment into which his bold and unlooked for attack had cast them, Hurricane Bill had emptied his second revolver, and then, with .a shrill; taunting laugh, he grasped the loose reins and wheeled bis horse as though to seek safety in flight. This action seemed to break the spell that fettered the Indians, and they be- thought themselves of their weapons, as they urged their mus- tangs over the bodies of their fallen comrades who were Writhing in agony, or else still in the embrace of death. And muskets were fired, bows were drawn and arrows loosed, But still the scout dashed on, his wild laugh maddening the Coml§cloooks.com