Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 60: what you’re looking at

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64 HURRICANE. BILL. Sail there was grass sufficient for their jaded animals. The men lighted their husk cigaros. Food they had none. Carmela still seemed unconscious of her perilous situation. She seemed like one. dazed, stunned, only half alive. The terror, tie sight of her friends falling beneath the batchets and knives of the terrible Apaches, the near approach of death to herself had numbed the faculties of her mind. She lay down upon the blanket that Black Garcia spread for ber, and ima few moments more Was soundly sleeping. It was just What she needed, When she awoke, it would be with a clear and un- clouded brain. Black Garcia did not sleep. He was too busy thinking over the events of the past day. His thoughts were bitter enough. He could not forget how signally he had been de- feated, how deeply his honor—such. was his thought—had been outraged by the insolent Americans. And, too, though he did not repent his action in abducting Carmela, he knew that it would make trouble for him. Don Munez was the most influential man for scores of miles around, looked up to and honored by all bis neighbors. He was hrave, too, and energetic. He would not rest guietly under such a_ blow. He would soon be upon the outlaw’s heels. While he lived, there would be no safety for Black Gurcia. Wrought up by these reflections, the bandit aroused his men and had the animals prepared for the road. Then he touched Carmela, who aroused with a little cry of alarm, * You have nothing to fear—you are with friends, lady. I regret that your repose should be disturbed, but I fear there are enemies upon our trail, and we must seek safety in flight,” quietly spoke the Mexican, | “ My father—Luis—-where are they ?” faltered Carmela “Do you notremember? Phink—try and reeall what has happened,” sofily breathed the outlaw, in a tone of seeming sympathy. . | “Tie Indians—I remember—I remember now I” gasped Carmela, in a strained voice, “ But tell me—no—it can not be |” | “What can not be?” ; “That they are—no, they are not dead—you are Irying to deceive me!” cried Carmela, shrinking back. ' 5 connicloooks.com