Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 39: what you’re looking at

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RUNNING THE GAUNTLET. 43 emy, Yelling like perfect fiends, they charged down upon the young plainsman, as though fearful lest the big borse should rob them of their prey by turning in flight. But in this, they were soon set at rest. Hurricane Bill had not the slightest intention of flight. Crack—crack ! Almost together the two revolvers spoke, One to the right, the other to the left. of buck-skin’s head. Their blow forestalled, and with such telling effeet, the Apaches became flurried and discharged their arrows with an Unsteady aif, only one of the four réaching its mark. Har- Yicane Bill coolly snapped the shaft, leaving the barbed head Still sticking in his shoulder. And then, as he dashed abreast the Indians, his revolvers spoke again. A moment later he Was speeding on after the main body, a low, taunting langh Coming back to the two unhurt Apaches behind, ath scemed Stupefied, by. their easy defeat. Hurricane Bill was now steadily gaining upon the Apaches, as well as upon Mustang Sam, He knew that gallant Tor- nado must have been injured, else, even while doubly laden, he would have shown the swiftest of his pursuers a clean pair Of heels, . “ He means to go under a-kickin’,’ muttered Hurricane Bill, as he saw how steadily Mustang Sam was making for the narrow pass in the range of hills. “Ill be hot work, but I reckin we kin pull off the odds.” . There was still time for him to recharge the four cham- bers he had emptied, and Hurricane hastily did so. Then, With a wild yell, he plunged spurs rowel deep into buck-skin’s Sides and dashed forward like a human thunderbolt. The faithful revolvers vomited forth their leaden contents, and then the big States horse dashed into the body of sav- ages, knocking the diminutive ponies right and left, just as - & Newfoundland dog will seatter a lot of yelping puppies. “ Hurray | Mustang—sock it to ’em !” yelled Hurricane, as’ he reached the narrow entrance, and disposed of one of thie’ three gavage horsemen who blocked up the way. A ringing cheer replied, and a pistol-shot from within du- Plicated the tall scoul’s performance. The other Apache, Seeing the huge buck- skin rearing up as though about to. Crush both him and mustang to the ground, quiekly slipped comicbooks.com