Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 66: what you’re looking at

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70 HURRICANE BILL. / CHAPTER VIII. SPRINGING THE TRAP. Buack Garcia laughed sbrilly as lhe glanced back, so con- fident did he seem of complete success and victory. There was a devilish glitter in his black eyes, bis white teeth shone from beneath the heavy mustache; exultation was written on every feature as he tossed back the long, jetty hair that had fallen over his face, and once more gave his attention to guiding the mustang along the rough, difficult trail, And, despite the knowledge that friends were within sight, strain- ing every nerve to reach and rescue her, the words and de- meanor of the mountain outlaw were like a cruel weight upon the maiden’s heart. As his exultation rose, so her hope sunk, | ~ “Juan,” suddenly cried Black Garcia, addressing the sec- ond vaquero, “ Juan, as soon as we pass the point yonder, do you ride at full speed, See that the men are all ready. But don’t let them pass the mouth. There is where we’ll set the trap for these blind tenis behind us, Remember—atd go now—they can’t see you.” Juan freely used his spurs and dashed away over the broken. trail with a speed and adroitness that bespoke the really skillful rock-rider, Black Garcia proceeded more leis- urely, turning to catch one more yplimpse of the pursuers, be- fore turning the - “Bnerp angle that would hide them from view. Then he, too, plied the spurs, though he knew that he would have an abundance of time for arranging his trap, though, as the crow flies, the party led by Hurricane Bill and ‘Mustang Sam was not more than a third of a mile distant. But intervening was a broad, deep crevasse. The horse did not live that could leap it. The only way was to make a detour. By turning to the right, half an hour would suffice to regain the broken route; if the other, those taking it would be thrice that period of time. commiclbooks.conn