Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 83: what you’re looking at

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A HASTY CONCLUSION. 87 cans! Save him—save my father. You can—you will not refuse—lI will ask it upon my knees!’ “ Mnstang, thar’s no use talkin’--we’ve got to do it. .l’d dive down the kenyon o’ the Big Red ef she was to ax me. I’m goin’ to bring the old man out or bu’st somethin’, You take her to the horses, ’F I don’t meet you in ten minutes, you mount an’ make tracks, fer Pl be rubbed out. You kin tell her then what I told you yest’day—I mean ‘bout her cor- ralin’ me so peert.” “ Kinder easy, pard—you don’t give me the shake like tbat. J reckon Ill hev a finger in the pie.” “ You will rescue him, then ?” tremblingly asked Carmela, to whom most of this hurried talk was Greek, though she caught an inkling of their meaning. “We'll try it, lady,” replied Mustang Sam.. “It’s long odds, but then they are only cowardly coyotes, after all.” “ Ouf! we're burnin’ daylight,” muttered Hurrigane. “ They'll rub the old man out while we stan’ hyar palaverin’. Le’s git to work. Which is it? a-foot or on hossback ?” “ Critters 11 be best. An’ then we kin spraddle out so the greasers "Il think we’re fifty, ef we use our lungs judgmatical. Then we’ll need the critters to kerry off the old man. He may be past runnin’, ye know.” “ Back to the horses, then. Tell her not to squeel, pard. I’a only make a cussed fool 0’ myself ef I war to try.” Mustang Sam _ bastily told Carmela what they intended doing, and then Hurricane Bill raised her once more in his arms. <A curious thrill ran through his frame at the contuct, and his head grew light. But this was only momentary. He darted down the pass swift and sure-footed as a mountain goat, Instead of being an incumbrance the weight in his arms appear ed to lend him wings. ‘Off wi’ your buck-skin,” uttered Mustang Sam, as they reached the animals. “ We must mufile the critters, Cut up the pieces, while I tell the lady whats up.” Hastily but clearly the borderer told Carmela the plan : they had decided upon, bidding her bope for the bist. She was to remain at ‘this point until their return. * At their sig- nal—a sharp whistle—she was to stand ready to be lifted on horseback. There might be no time to lose, though it was a connicloooks.c© im