Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 77: what you’re looking at

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FATHER AND DAUCUATER. $1 take the rest they really stool in need of, while arranging their further plans. Black Garcia drew a long breath of positive relief when he found that there was. nothing really dangerous in the faintness of Don Munez. Not from any sense of awakened humanity; he had something in view in which the Don might be made use of. After that—well, as he muttered be- neath his brenth—dead men have still tongues. Hastily calling to one of his men, they bore the body across the rock-bridge and into the cavern, finally depositing. the Don beSide Carmela upon the pallet. The maiden, rec- ognizing the begrimed and blood-stained features, bent over her father with a piteous wail. She believed him dead. “ No, lady,” hastily interposed Black Garcia. “ He is alive ——le hus merely fainted. See—he stirs now.” The outlaw spoke the truth. With a faint sigh, the Don slowly opened his eves. For a moment he seemed like one petrified ; then a cry of wild, delirious joy broke from his lips as he recognized the features of his child, and sought to clasp her in his arms. But the stout thongs that held his wrists prevented, harshly recalling the peculiar circumstances under which they met. “T leave you here with your charming daughter Don Munez,” said the bandit chief. “I must go look after my men. But remember, if you attempt to leave this room, you will be stopped by the guards and then confined separate from your child.” The hours rolled on. The majority of the band was rang- ing the rock-hills, searching for the two Americans and col- jecting the stampeded animals. Black Garcia awaited their return with what patience he could summon, hoping, almost praying that his men would bring in the scalps of the two pininsmen. He could not feel at ease while they lived. They appeared more than mortal men. They must be in lengue with the evil one himself, to perform such. wonderful feats and make such marvelous escapes. Time dragged slowly enough to the father and daughter. Carmela had released her parent’s hands, but they could do nothing more. Escape unaided was impossible, and they conicloooks.com