Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 48: what you’re looking at

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52 HURRICANE BILL, ‘“ Yes—though the trail leads to — and back ag’in—I sw’ar_ it! gritted Hurricane Bill. “ Now, then—at once—we are losing time here—quick ! to horse!” cried Don. Munez, springing up. “Yon must let us run this machine, old man,” coolly re- turned Mustang. “ A man never made any bilge yet by going off at half-cock. Both men and horses need rest—aund _ then there’s your wounded and your women. They must be taken care of. Pick out such men as you know you can de- pend upon, in a tight pinch. The rest can take the hurt and the women back to some place of safety. Then, after we take a bite, and give the horses a little grass and water, we can take up the trail, even if it is dark. You know where the Lopo hills are? Good! We can strike the trail then instead of following it all the way. Besides, the night will — be dark—-we’d have to wait until morning. So you see there’ll be no time lost, after all.” . “ You're right—though ’tis hard to remain idle even for a moment, when we know my poor child is in sucb cruel hands,” sighed the old man, “ The rascal will not be apt to bother her until he gets sufe to his den; and be sure we'll not be far behiud him, Indeed we may overtake the thief.” Considerably cheered up, Don Munez and his son Luis set to work selecting the men who were to accompany them on the robber-chase. It was an easy matter to make up the de- sired number. Nearly every one of the Mexicans had been, in a greater or less degree, sufferers from the band of Black Garcia, and all were eager to strike a return hlow, when led by such men as the twoscouts, whom they believed invincible, after their performance of that day. The re- mainder were dispatched with the women and the wounded to Don Munez’s rancho, as being the nearest point of safety. The two scouts sat aside from the remainder, silently eat- ing some of the fragments left from the “ banquet” that had been spread for the party at noon. This dispatched, know- ing that Tornado and buck-skin were rapidly filling their hides, the plainsmen filled their pipes, proving themselves true lovers of the “divine weed” by exhaling the soothing, | fragrant vapor through their nostrils. ig’ comicloooks.com