Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 37: what you’re looking at

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HURRICANE TO THE RESCUR. 41 “ Where is she ?—what have you done with Carmela ?” “In the small corral—go look after her—you’re wounded and can’t do much fighting”? promptly replied Hurricane, recognizing Don Blas Cavello in the questioner, - The Mexican uttered something more, but what it was, Hurricane Bill never knew. It was at this moment that Mustang Sam called up Tornado and dashed off in hot pur- suit of the Apache who had fled with Isidora. . - Harricane recognized the signal and darted forward to see what it meant. A single glance told him how affairs stcod, and he instantly whistled for buck-skin, forgetting all else but the peril into which his loved partner was rushing. Not only from the four Indians whom he was” chasing, but the A paches—those who had survived the furious strugg!e—were all fleeing, mounting their horses in hot haste, pursued by the victorious Mexicans. Hurricane saw that Mustang Sam was riding direct toward the heart of Apacheria, the course that would almost certainly be followed by the retreating red-skins. And caught between two fires, the bold scout could searcely escape capture or death, unless something turned up in his favor. “But they cain’t have it all thar own way—cuss ’em ! I'll take a hand in this little game, myself / Cuss that buck- skin—whar is the critter?” gritted Hurricane Bill, as he- leaped to the ground and dashed out upon the plain, still sounding his shrill summons. It was scarce a minute, though to the impatient scout it appeared ten times that period, before the shrill whicker of. buck-skin was heard in reply, as the big horse came galloping around the corral. Emulating his master, buck-skin bad been giving the Apache Mustangs a taste of his metal, and sundry wet and bleeding spots upon his long body proved that he had not escaped scot-free. Hurricane Bill leaped into the saddle, shouting to the Mexienns to follow his lead. But he é not wait to see whether they obeyed or not. Giving buck-skin a touch of the spurs, he darted, straight @s an arrow, toward the cloud of dus¢ which he knew hovered above Mustang Sam, Other eyes were riveted upon this same point, but Hurricane Bill gave them little heed. Mustang Sam was in danger, and comicoooks.con ”