Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 80: what you’re looking at

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84 HURRICANE BILL. own hands, since the bandit had not deprived her of the stiletto which, like all the women of ber race, she carried in her bosom. He threatened her with his dying curse in case she should yield to the threats or persuasions of Black Garcia. Meanwhile Black Garcia and his lieutenant, Oroche, were settling the details of the “ grand spectacle ” they were to give the bandits that night. "“Twould be prime sport, this torturing their most determined and bitter enemy, Don Munez, who had often endeavored to exterminate their nobvle band. And then, leaving his captain to entertain bimself with the big gourd of mezcal, Oroche strode away to arrange matters for the novel festa. Despite their anxiety, the remaining hours of that day wore terribly long and trying to the captives. Any thing was better than this sickening suspense, and it was with pos- itive relief that Don Munez heard the tramp of feet approach- ‘ing his prison. It was Black Garcia and two stout men. At a gesture they flung Don Munez down and bound: him hand and foot, then lifting him, they bore him away. Black Garcia, with a drunken leer, passed an arm around Cuarmela’s— waist and followed. For a moment she felt tempted to strike him with ber dagger, but then all else was forgotten in anxi- ety to learn what fate was in store for her father. She was not kept long in suspense. Passing through the leafy screen, Black Garcia guided her around the point of rocks. Directly before them was a small bonfire. Beside this was planted a stake. Around were scattered piles of faggots. And to this stake, after stripping bim to his drawers, the bandits were binding Don Munez. Carmela sought to shriek alond, but could not. She seemed stifling, and only for the supporting arm of Black Garcia, she must have fallen tothe ground. The bandit chief laughed loudly, as he leaned against tbe point of rocks, Don Munez turned his head and beheld the couple. At first glance it seemed as though Carmela was holding the outlaw in a voluntary, loving embrace. “ Carmela—remember my words! My curse rest upon you forever if you submit to that cowardly murderer!” “Hal hal old man, you are a poor, blind fool, unfit to live. I offered you life and freedom, but you chose death for commicbooks. com