Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 6: what you’re looking at

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10 HURRICANE BILL. backs. <A loud bellow of terror—a shrill neigh—a ringing yel] as the cruel rawhide hisses through the air; and the mustang madly plunged forward—only to fall upon its side and sink between the yielding bodies, to be trampled out of all sembiunce of life by the sharp, cloven hoofs. But the rider? He parted from bis horse and with agile bounds, leaped from one back to another until, with a light spring, he stood safe and sound upon the sand beyond. Then it was that the fair spectators gave vent to their feelings ; and, with- out one look toward the still bellowing bulls, the- cavalier dropped his sombrero and bowed low, until the long, elf-like locks of jetty black hair half concealed his face. The arrangements are not those of a “bull-fight;” then what sport is on the tapis? Something less pretentious, yet scarcely less interesting—the game of “ Colea de Toros,” or “tailing the bull,’ added to others, as el gallo— the cock,” etc. In fine, ’tis a “ feast day.” “ Mira—look yonder!’ abruptly cried one of the ladies, pointing with one taper finger to a point far beyond the cor- ral. “ Hstrangeros !” “Some of our more distant friends who have heard of our feast, Carmela,” replied her companion. “ Not so, Isidora—their dress is not that of our people. They are more like these heretics—these wee ah Yanques of whom we hear so much talk.” “T hope—Our Lady grant that Chie Pniay be!” half Jaughed Isidora, her black eyes sparkling. ‘“ ‘They are men—men who can deferid the heart they have won!” “ And father—and Luis; are not they men ?” reproachfully replied Carmela ; but Isidora made no reply. She was watching the rapidly approaching horsemen... ‘And so were all the others. A stranger was looked upon with suspicion in that lone region. When first the dust- cloud was observed, quick glances were interchanged. The same thought could be read in the eyes of all. Were the Apuches—that terrible scourge of. the desert—were the Apa- ches coming ? At a long, steady lope the horsemen advanced, nor did they draw rein wntil within two score yards ‘of the as- sembled Mexicans. Then one, mounted upon a black mus- commiclhooks. com