Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 56: what you’re looking at

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60 HURRICANE BILL. biting the'ground in its death agony, but beyond. all power of doing harm. > . Several of the terrified Mexicans were flung to the ground by their alarmed animals, where they cowered, still muttering their prayers.. Hurricane Bill snorted with disgust : “ The ornariest set 0’ cowards I ever see’d |” “You won’t say that, senor, when these men are. con- fronted with Black Garcia’s gang,’ shortly replied Don Munez. “Hope not. Ef I hev canse—ef they kerry on then, like they do now, devil grill me alive ef I don’t waste a load o’ lead on ev'ry pesky varmint o’ them—so thar!” gritted the irate scout. | A few sharp words from Don Muney partially assured thie Mexicans that the danger was past, but not even bis diree- tions, seasoned as they were with sundry hot oaths, could in- duce them to separate in pursuit of their mustangs, which had galloped away, alarmed by the well-known scream of . * the cougar. And the scouts were forced to secure the ani- > mals themselves, which they finally effected, with some little difficulty. The adventure had not served to strengthen their confidence in their allies. ‘“ We'd beiter light out an’ let these or’nary imps slide-— they'll do more damidge than good,” uttered durricane Bill, disgustcdly, as the party left the crater behind them, riding av rapidly as possible under the. circumstances. “ A jack- rabbit ’d whip out the bull kit!” | “They kin stop.a bullet as well as a white man, pard,” was the quiet reply. “ But they’ll.do better when they git face to face with thar own kind They made a pretty fa’r show wi’ the red-skins, when they once got started,” Thus the long night wore away. It was slow, difficult traveling, but the party did not care to halt in such an unin- viting spot, where there was no water for themselves: or ani- mals, and kept steadily on. The journey consumed more tine than they bad expected, however, and the sun was two bours high before they fairly passed the boundary-of the Evil Land. Then they halted beside a small, sparkling ar- royo, and kindling a fire, hastily cooked some jerked meat, while the horses greedily cropped the rich grass. COMICOOKS. CO