Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 41: what you’re looking at

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THE BACK TRAIL. 45 dashed up to his side. “ Thar’s no hurry. The fun’s over fer to-day, apy how. Whoo-oop! this is like old times ag’in !’ | “ She said it was a ‘ pocket, but I reckon we'd better make tracks fiom this, as thar may be another trail byar,’ muttered Mustang Sam, with unusual prudence. Hurricane chuckled. He could give a shrewd guess at the cause Of this sudden change in the usually reckless plains- man. Perhaps from sympathy—quéen sabe ? Mustang now looked after Tornado. He found an arrow sticking in the noble -black’s hind leg, which, while not se- riously injuring the tendon, had almost prevented that mem- ber from being used. A steady bund and keen knife soon removed the barb, and Tornado, ‘as if to express his relief, uttered a sbrill whicker. Mounting, Mustang Sam rode back a few yards and stooping lifted the form of Isidora Munez in his arms, then motioned for Hurricane Bill to lead the Way. And thus they took up the back trail. Isidora was Strangely subdued. She Jwy confidingly in the strong arms Of the man who had dared so much to save her, though ber eyes sunk beneath the ardent light that filled his black eyes. CHAPTER VY. A FRESH COMPLICATION. THat ride of. over two hours—for the scouts were not Men to overtask their faithful brute companions when there Was no absolute need of it, and both Tornado and buek-skin had put in a heavy day’s work—amply repaid Mustang Sam ‘for the wounds he had received, and was one never forgotten in afier life. Isidora was lying quietly in his arms, one hand Testing ligbily upon bis shoulder, the other clasped in his broad, warm palm, her bead reposing upon the Mad Rider’s —now so subdued and tamed—breast, while Ler long, fringed lids sunk beneath his ardent gaze, a soft flush tinging her comicbooks.conn f