Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 69: what you’re looking at

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MAKING READY. 73 style fairly luxurious, considering the circumstances. A car- pet was upon the stone floor. A low pallet was in one cor- ner, covered with white linen and ‘embroidered blankets, Various articles of clothing bung along the wall, together with a guiter and mandolin. All this was revealed as ithe old woman touched the torch. toa brightly polished silver jamp that was suspended from the ceiling. As Blick Garcia deposited Carmela upon the pallet, he cast an approving glance around, and then turned with evi- dent satisfaction to note the muuner in which his captive re- garded her new quarters. But Carmela said nothing. She lay motionless upon the pallet, more like a dying person than aught else. And as he noted her pallid, baggard features, the heart of Black Garcia smote him painfully. | But ’twus only for a moment. He turned and gave a few hurried directions to the old woman, bidding her treat the lady as her future mistress, and then, after a lingering glance at the pale features of Carniela, he retraced his steps to help his men de- fend the pass, Only pausing to renew his instructions to the six men who guarded the stone bridge, Black Garcia strode on, and mak- ing use of some rude steps backed in the rock, mounted to the fiist ledge, where he found that Oroche, his lieutenant, had faithfully followed his directions. And then they waited for the coming of their intended victims. A cry of exultation broke from the pursuers as they first Caught sight of the three horses and their burdens. Though at a considerable distance, they could still see that one ani- mal bore a double load, and the light drapery that could only be worn by a woman was proof positive that the object of their long, arduous ride was at length fairly beforethem. A brief dash—so they all believed—would suffice. | Mustang Sam, by virtue of Tornado, led the way: close behind him came Hurricane Bill upon old buck-skin, who proved bimself nearly as good a rock-climber as the black Stallion. And as they rapidly neared the fugitives, the scouts looked to their weapons. Tornado paused abruptly, with a peculiar snort. He stood Upon the very brink of a canon hundreds of feet in depih, | \ comicbooks.conn