Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 54: what you’re looking at

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58 HURRICANE BILL. press him so hard that he won’t have time to put any devil’s play into execution. There you have, it, short and sweet. You and your men can do just as you please. As for Bill and IT, we are going straight abead, Evil Land or not. If your fears are stronger than your love for your child, you'll turn back; if not, you’ll follow us,” coolly added Mustang Sam. : “Senor Musteno, because you rendered my daughter a ser- vice, that gives you no rigbt to insult. me,” haughtily replied the Mexican. Then adding, in a more even tone: ‘ My son Luis and I will follow wherever you choose to lead. I was speaking for our friends, not for myself. I have been a soldier too long to greatly fear spirits, either good or bad.” “You hear, comrades,” quick:y said Mustang, turning to the Mexicans. “ We have decided to go on. Let those who are men follow—let the cowards remain behind. You need fear no evil spirits while with us. Both my friend and my- self are what the Indians call big medicine. ’Twill be a powerful spirit that we can not quell.” | “ By a lead pill, through asteel tube !’ muttered Hurricane. Mustang Sam sajd no more, but rode on, after a moment’s hesitation the Mexicans overcame their superstition enough to follow after. But their pale faces, their trembling limbs and the nervous, fearful glances tliey cast around them, told at what an exertion of will. Bes The “Evil Land!” Truly the name was appropriate. A wilder, wore gloomy and desolate spot could scarce be found even in that land of extremes and startling contrasts. Un- der the broadest glare of the noonday sun this region had a dismul, lonely, repellent look, that, beneath the faint, uncer- tain light of the twinkling stars was increased tenfold. The tract was nearly thirty miles im width. What had originally been a valley, lying between two ridges or sierras, was now almost filled up to a level with the sierras, having been, at no very distant era, the scene of a volcanic convul- sion. Near the center of this tract was the crater, considera- bly more than a thousand feet from edge to edge, and nearly One-third that in depth at the center. The cracked and seamed Java around had given growth to a few stunted oak and mezquite trees. Prickly pear and y, commiclooks.com