Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 76: what you’re looking at

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80 . HURRICANE BILL. her up as we ride along, an’ then we kin take to the hills. But s’posin’ we don’t see her now—how’ll it help her fer us to git rubbed out? We must cache ontel night. Then we kin play Injun on the varmints. See?” Hurricane Bill did see, and knew that hig partner was in the right. Mustang Sam, keeping a tight rein on Tornado, ready to halt or wheel instantly, should such need arise, led the way at a rapid pace across the open ground, following a well-beaten trail that wound around an abrupt spur. This brought them into full view of a Jarge herd of mus- tangs, feeding in a circular valley, weil covered with rich grass, owing to the springs that bubbled from. beneath the gray rocks, “ Siampede ’em !” yelled Mustang Sam. “It’ll blind our trail an’ give ’em somethin’ else to do besides follerin’ us,” Hurricane Bill promptly followed the exawple set him, and the two scouts Charged upon the cavallada, yelling, hoot- ing, screeching like drunken savages, emptying their revolvers into the crowded mass of snorting, terrified. animals, Their success was complete. The frightened mustangs broke and dushed away at top speed. Nothing short of death could have checked them just then. And still riding bard upon their beels, the plainsmen thundered across the valley and . entered a rocky pass, knowing that it must be a thoroughfare, else the mustangs, wl{o must be will acquainted with the lay # of the ground, would have chosen come otuer passage. The correctoess of this reasoning was soon proved, for the scouts found themselves entering another valley, or inclosed basin, surrounded on all sides by high, rocky hills. They abruptly drew rein before entering the soft soil. Now was the time to lose their trail. A narrow stretch of shale run- ning along the foot of the hills, aflorded means for this, and dismounting, they carefully picked their way over the flinty fragments, until, reaching a narrow passage that extended «l- most at right-angles with their course, they enlered and trot- ted briskly along the bard, rocky fluor, The sun, though | now considerably past the meridi«n, served as their guide, and when fully sutisfied- that tuey were beyond risk of dis- covery, unless the Outlaws should, search every rod of the hills, the borderers halted in a litle niche and prepared to - comiclbooks.conn