Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 47: what you’re looking at

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BLACK GARCIA, 51 me, If you are reasonable, and speak plainly, not only will we try to cure you up, but we'll send for a padre to give you sbsolution—” “JT will answer——will speak truthfully, no matter what questions you ask,” eagerly muttered the wretch. < “ Do, and it will be the better for you. First, then—who is this man—your master-—whom they called Don Cavello ?” With a spasmodic effort the vaquero lifted his head and cast a swift glance around. Then, with a gasp as of relief, he uttered : “That was all a lie—he is the man you know as BLAck Gancia !” Had “the man in the moon ” suddenly dropped into their midst, the little party could not have been more thoroughly ‘astonished. Buack GARctA—the Joaquin Murieta of Mexico; only it was Joaquin’s_blood-thirstiness without Joaquin’s occasional gleam of chivalry, unredeemed by Joaquin’s fearless daring und dashing gallantry. A cut-throat, a robber, a cattle-thief +woe betide the unlucky wight who fell into the bands of the Black Mexican. Death was certain——often preceded by tortures the most diabolical, | “Shet up!” sternly commanded Hurrricane Bill, adding, “What was he after, here? Why was he in disguise ?” “He swore he must have the Senorita Carmela for his bride. He meant to carry her off to the retreat—” “ Where is this retreat? Mind what I told you about ly- ing |” “Tt’s in the—the Lopo hills—any one can—ah !” The wounded man ended with a hollow, gasping groan of agony, and rolling over upon his face, vomited forth great gouts of blood. Then, a ¢onvulsive shudder, a spasmodic ac- tion of the muscles. He was dead. But he had told enough. Beyond all reasonable doubt ‘uarmela had been carried off by the robber chief to_ his mountain retreat. There could be no other solution. “Don’t take it so hard, old man,” said Mustang Sam to Don Munez, who seemed utterly broken down by this new Liow. “ We'll get your child back again, or go under in the witempt, won’t we pard ?” comicbooks.conm