Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 29: what you’re looking at

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A THRILLING TABLEAU. 88 anm he snaps it short off, at the same time bringing down his heavy-bladed knife with resistless foree. The Apache instinctively flung up his arm to ward off the blow, but the keen point would not be denied, and the half-severed mem- ber was pinned tight to the warrior’s massive chest, while the guard and full half of the horn haft was hidden in the quiv- ering arm, so furious was the blow, With one ineffectual effort to free his knife, Mustang Sam released it, and drawing a second revolver, opened a fresh fusilade, while Tornado, at a touch of its rider’s heel, began kicking and plunging, wheeling swiftly here and there, beat- ing back the infuriated Apacbes who sought to close with the plainsman, And, his shrill laugh rising even above the hor- rible tumult, Mustang Sam plied his deadly revolvers, bend- ing and swaying, at times fairly out of the saddle as he dex- trously evaded the lance-points, hatchets and knives that were hurled at him by the maddened savages. He was in his element now. His was a nature that reveled in danger—at no time was he so happy as when owing his life toNhe strength of his hand, the quickness of his eye—as When he was in the midst of death and bloodshed; he seemed & very battle-fiend. : The Mexicans charged boldly enough, for they were greatly €ccouraged by the reckless daring and astonishing prowess displayed by the border brothers, proof of which lay thick Strewn upon the sands. And, when their constitutional dread of the Apaches—it may well be called this, since it is handed down fromather to son, generation after generation ; and to this day, one hundred Apaches can ride from one end of Mexico to the other without fear of being attacked, so thoroughly have the Mexicans been cowed. Yet, when Penned, they need only a leader to show fight—ay, and to fight Manfully, too, And so—after a hasty volley of escopette bullets which, | badly aimed of course, did little execution—they charged home with leveled lances and drawn swords, led by Don Munez and Luis, who galloped side by side. And then en- Sued a confused, ever changing yet always thrilling tableau of death. No one thought of keeping ranks, but singling out & foeman, lost sight of all else until death filmed the eyes of Z comicbooks,. com