Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 31: what you’re looking at

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; A DARING ACT. 65 $ But then one of them—a wretch whose back had been broken by a bullet—dragged himself by main strength over the step upon which he was lying, and rolled heavily against the scout’s feet. Hurricane Bill was standing sideways, facing the two surviving braves, when he was thrown heavily down by the body striking his feet from under him, This accident seemed to break the spell, and the two Apa- Ches leaped toward him with uplifted hatchets. The plains- Man could not regain his feet in time to meet and parry their blow. Death seemed inevitable, and a wailing ery broke from the trembling women as they closed their eyes to shut Out the dread fate of their brave defender. But like magic another figure appeared upon the scene, and there was a steely gleam through the air—then another of blood red hue. Two strokes of a straight, heavy sword—two blows that, delivered by a stout arm guided by a practiced eye, carried death with tliem. Sweeping the blood-stained blade around his head, the new comer cried, in a clear, ringing tone: ‘Ho! men--to the rescue !” Tt was none other than Don Blas Cavello, who had hastily cleared himself from the struggles of his crippled. mustang, and seeing’ the approaching Apaches, had run swiftly to where he had deposited his weapons when entering into the contest Of skill with Mustang Sam. Securing these, be hastened to Join his men; for, whatever might be his failings, cowardice Was not one of them. Just as he rounded the corral, he saw the Savages clambering up toward the helpless women, and, In his mud passion for Carmela, he thought not of the peril he might incur, but dashed to her assistance, Hurricane Bill outstripped him, but he was just in time to foil the exultant ce and, thanks to his trusty sword, save the scout’s ife, ; “ Bully fer you, sport—you’re a ‘brick !” eried Hurricane, Scrambling to his feet. “ But look out—hyar the varminis.. Come, red-hot fer ba’r !” The Apaches were indeed coming. They—like the whites —had witnessed the dare-devil act of Hurricane Bill, and their rage was raised to perfect frenzy as they saw the rapid Slaughter of their comrades. With furious yells they charged, comicloooks. com