Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 33: what you’re looking at

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FLIGHT AND PURSUIT. BT? Only that they had been wrought up to maniacal frenzy, their heavy joss would have cowed them, long since.. Though so hardly pressed, Mustang Sam recognized the voice of Isidora raised in acry for help, and caught a glimpse of her struggling in the arms of a brawny warrior, who ap- peared to be bearing her away. And then he fairly outdid himself, No eye cculd follow his motions—but ten seconds later he found himself free, he could not himself-explain how. He had lost his knife but snatched up a stout sword, then leaped down the steps, whistling to Tornado. He could see the Apache just dashing away over the plain, bearing the Struggling maiden in his arms, three or four comrades riding behind him. And then, just as he sprung into the saddle, Mustang Sam saw the Indian raise his clenched fist,and strike the maiden a cruel blow, to still her efforts to escape. Then Isidora Jay like one dead in his arms. Too full of rage to speak or shout, Mustang Sam plied his Spurs mercilessly and thundered after the fugitives, unheeding the short whicker of remonstrance that came from the aston- ished, Tornado at this unwonted usage, | Before a mile was covered, the noble black carried its Master up to the Apaches, who were doing their best to es- Cape. And then, with two sweeping strokes, that severed flesh and bones like so much snow, Mustang Sam found him- Self within arm’s length of the savage abductor, who, seeing that flight was useless, attempted to plunge a knife into the Swelling bosom, that just touched his chest. 1 But thought itself was not quicker than the motion of the Mad Rider, and a yell of agony broke from the savage’s lips 4s his forearm fel] to the ground. The keen sword bad sev- ered it at one adroit stroke. And the next moment Mustang Sam canght the drooping form of Isidora in his arms, and ~ dashed forward, Tornado uttering a piercing neigh of pain. Glancing back, Mustang Sam saw the remaining Apache notching a second shaft, the first having penetrated Tornado’s hind Jeg, Incumbered as- he was with the just reviving maiden, and armed only with the sword, his revolvers being — empty, there was only one course left; he must seck safety for his charge in flight, at least until he could prepare his Pistols, Flight not only from the one Apache, whose com- ' connmicloooks.com