Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 59: what you’re looking at

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i THE ABDUCTION. 63° “ Quick—get yourselves borses and follow me,” he cried, as he dashed away, adding, in a monotone: “If those fools only keep up their fun for five more minutes—until I can pass the long sand-bill yondcr, all will be well. Before the can guess the truth, Vl be far on my way to the hills—and once with my bold lads, Jet who will follow my trail, I care not! Less will come back—if any /” and again the mountain outlaw laughed. % He did succeed in gaining cover behind ‘the long ridges of sand, both he and his two men, before the Apaches: began their retreat. Fortune was smiling upon him at last! For hours the three horsemen continued their flight at a steady, rapid pace. All this time Carmela bad not spoken a word, had scarce made a voluntary motion. She lay like a - drooping lily in the bandit’s stout arms, her head pillowed upon his breast, his hot breath playing over her colorless cheek. She seemed in a stupor, though her eyes were half unclosed, “So much the better,” muttered Black Garcia. “ It saves trouble and mayhap some hard feelings. I don’t feel in the humor for soothing even her. Those cuised heretics—may Satan provide them both with close quarters this day! To think that I—Z, Black Garcia, king of the desert, should have been so humbled by two beggarly Americans! But twas not done fairly—the devil himself aided them—they must have carried some charm that enabled them to stand before better men. And I—blind fool that I am!—forgot that I had broken my promise to San Ignacio. Only that Ae was offend- ed, I could have laughed their charms to scorn. But 1 will double the offering—I swear it by my patron saint !—and when next we meet, the tubles will be turned.” Until long after sunset the outlaw rode on without halting. He did not enter the Mal Pais—he dare not. | Like all of his cointrymen, supers'ition held a firm place in bis mind; when- ever he glanced toward the region of evil repute, he muttered a prayer or called upon his patron saint. Nor were his men any bolder. ‘To judge from their muttered words, the trio, were saints—not an oath passed their lips; prayers took their place. = At length the party drew rein beside a small spring, where Comichiooksicom