Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 70: what you’re looking at

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V4 HURRICANE BILL. while the further side was nearly forty feet from where the black stallion stood. And then the fugitives vanished from sight. The pursuers interchanged glances. The fates seemed working against. them. While they were endeavoring to sur- mount this barrier, the outlaw might escape them, after all. The hard rocks retained scant traces of even a horse’s passage, Black Garcia doubtless knew this region thoroughly. If he was too far away from his stronghold, he could easily hide in some of the thousand and one snug coverts around. And knowing this, a groan of bitter rage and anguish broke from the lips of Don Munez. ‘The devil couldn’t leap it!” muttered Hurricane Bill, “Not hyar,” replied Mustang Sam, promptly enough. “ But thar may be other places whar we kin cross.” “ But hell git off while we're lookin’ fer it.” “ Not much! Here—let the best lasso thrower stand forth,’ he added, addressing the Mexicans in Spanish. ‘ Knot one riata to another, The rest of you separate and ride up and down the edge of the canon, looking for a place where we can cross or leap our horses over. Work lively—and when you find it, fire a single shot. That will tell the other party where to go.” : He was obeyed without a word. Then Mustang Sam turned to the Mexican who had remained with him. “ Can you rope yonder big bowlder ?” he said, indicating a rock that lay upon the other side of the, canon, several yards from the edge of the abyss. “ Si senor,” was the prompt reply, as the Mexican care- fully gathered up the double lariat, and then made the cast. He did not belie his skill. The noose settled fairly over the bowlder, and a dextrous twitch secured it firmly. Then he spurred back his mustang until the taut rope nearly flung them both to the ground. “That will do,”. said Mustang Sam, dismounting. You can go now. Take my horse and follow one of the parties, tell them that I’ve gone to follow the woman-thief, and that I will lay a plain trail for them. Let them. follow it until they overtake me, or hear from me, in some way.” The Mexican rode rapidly away, leading the unwilling Tornadc, who did not relish this being taken from his be- COMmicbookxs.com