Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 44: what you’re looking at

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48. HURRICANE BILL. glance around dissipated the first thought, that an enemy had ~ suddenly put in an appearance, and not a little puzzled, the two scouts rode on, until they were met by Don Munez and bis son, who led the party of Mexicans. “ My child—my daughter—where is she ?” gasped, rather than cried, the old Spaniard, his face ashen white. “ Here senor, safe and unhort,” promptly replied Mustang. “The Virgin be praised that she is saved! But Carmela | —where is she ?? added Don Munez. Isidora uttered a litle cry of apprehension. The two scouts interchanged rapid glances, Then Hurricane Bill re- plied, though bis voice trembled, despite his ey at self- control, -“ Did you look in the corral? I put her thar out o’ the way o’ the fightin’, an’ then lit out to help Mustang hyar git back the lJady—which we did, as you see.” “We looked in every place—she is gone—Carmela, my child—my poor child!” huskily muttered Don Munez, while Isidora and Luis added their lamentations to hig, “Thar must be some mistake—the Injuns didn’t kerry her off, or I'd ’a’ seed somethin’ o’ ber. The hull kit tuck this trail—but thar was only her. Thar’s some deviltry—whai’s the greaser that my pard hyar rid down—the black one, dressed like a monkey, I mean ?” “ He isn’t here—I don’t—” muttered Don Munez, glancing around upon his companions, “ — must have fallen in the fight. I baven’t seen him since.’ “Then he went under after J left the corral—but bev any one o’ ye noticed his karkidge—air ye sure he’s dead ?” The Mexicans one and all slowly shook their heads. They did not remember having seen Don Blas since the fight first opened. They were too busy with los Indios. Hurricane Bill said no more, but touched buck-skin with the spur and galloped swiftly to the corral. Leaping from the saddle upon the fence be entered the smaller corral—the one in which he bad left Carmela Munez. It wasempty. Quickly, yet with a keen eye.that allowed nothing to escape it, the scout quartered the ground, examining every foot of the in- closure. His discoveries were purely negative. There was no sign of a struggle baving taken place, for, though the comicbooks.con