Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 53: what you’re looking at

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J BIRDS OF A FEATHER. ~ 57 stories, or is it just a way they have of cheering themselves ? What are they driving at, any way ?” “Senor Masteno,” gravely replied the Don. “ We are on the borders of the Mal Pais, You have heard what has been Spoken. Whether it is alZ trne, I know not; but that a per- tion of it is, L can testify. To be foolhardy does not become a truly brave man. We have morial evemies to face, who ure strong enough to fill our hands with work. Then why add others? What can our arms of flesh avail against the spells and charms of evil spirits? - Nothing. Then let us turn aside while there is yet time. When we are once fairly in the Evil Land, it will be beyond our power. We must then do as they command, And then who will rescue. my child, my poor Carmela, from the power of this cowardly Wretch ? “'They’re all tossed wi the same stick!” muttered BHurri- Cane Bill, in a tone of ineffable disgust. “P ; “Wait a bit,” coolly said Mustang Sam, as Don Munez drew rein. “ You say the Lopo hills is over yonder——an’ this Js the Evil Land that lays atween us and it?” — “Yes—for twenty miles or more,” was the quick reply.’ ‘You want to go around, so’s not, to deesturb these spooks. Now how far is it? How long will it take us to go round 2?” “ We have good horses—we can reach the Lopo hills by A0-morrow nizht,” slowly replied Don Munez. “And you advise this—while your child is in the power Of a black hearted devil like this Garcia !” “T speak for my comredes, senor,” a little haughtily re- tvrned the Don. “ For myself I know no fear—” “ Cut it short, Mustang,” impatiently muttered Hurricane. ‘“T will, pard. Now look here, Don Munez. We—Bill ‘And J—started out to rescue your daughter. If we hope to do iti—in time—we can’t take a trip around the world, just because some one else takes a notion to tel] fishy yarns about certain bit of ground over which the trai! leads. Our Only show is to get there as soon or before this Gareia docs. i lie thinks the sime as your men—and being a Mexican, ii’s likely he docs—then he'll take the long way home. If he Oes, we can cut him off—if we take the short trail; not un- less. Tf he don't, our only chance—a slim one it is!—is to» + j comicbooks.com