Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 32: what you’re looking at

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36 HURRICANE BILL. for the moment forgetting the foes they had just separated from, seeing only the man who had dealt such swift, deadly blows to their hopes. And close upon their heels thundered the Mexicans, led by Mustang Sam, whose voice rose above the tumult. “ Stick.it out, pard—hyar we ee oop !” “For your women, men—think of them and strike home!” thundered Don Munez, using his cad sword as a “spur. “ One stout blow, and the victory is ours!” The Apaches dashed on as though they meant to ascend the pavilion on horseback, those in front with lances leveled at the two bold men who alone stood between them and their prey, the one swinging his sword in swift circles, the other sending bullet after bullet home with a cool steadiness that nothing could shake. A peculiar, crackling sound was heard as_the keen sword swept around, and half a dozen spear-heads fell clattering to the steps, severed clean from the stout shafts. Aguin the weapon whirled around, this time sinking deep. through flesh and bone—for the leading Apaches had leaped from their an- imals and were now dashing up tbe steps. Aud _ the’ next moment the two men were borne down, though fighting with desperate energy, beneath the mad rush of the savages. And gtill other Apacbes pressed on toward the now helpless wo- men. . It was a scene of horror—the merciless hatchet and scalp- ing-knife were at work—screams of terror were mizgled with those of death agony. With a howl of inexpressible fury, Mustang Sam sprung from Tornado’s back and plunged into the mass, using his terrible bowie-knife with all the skill and dexterity of its famed inventor. And for a few moments he was alone in the midst of his enemies, a number of whom turned upon him thirsting for his blood, for they recognized the man who had written his name so deeply upon their ranks. ‘Then Don Munez and his comrades appeared upon the scene and pressed the enemy hard, for they fought now more like maddened wild beasts than mere men, with the sight of their murdered loved ones for an incentive. And the Apa- ches began to sicken of this deadly, unceasing pressure. connicloooks.con