Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 84: what you’re looking at

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88 HURRICANE BILL. barely possible that their sudden onset might demoralize the outlaws beyond thinking of pursuit until ’twould be too late. But it was best to be prepared for the worst. “T will remember. You will find me beside this rock,” said Carmela, with wonderful calmness. Mustang Sam said no more. Hurricane Bill had cut up his buck-skin hunting-shirt into squares and strips, and the scouts now deftly muffled the hoofs of their animals, tying the leather firmly in place. Thus, even upon the flinty rock, the animals’ hoofs gave out no echo. Then, with a parting caution to Carmela, the two scouts rode forth upon their perilous, daredevil mission, Two men braving two score. It was more than folly. It was sublime audacity. “ Give the varmints a taste o’ your repeaters, pard. Yell like the devil cn a tare. But keep a eye on me. Tl cut the old man loose, an’ then give a whistle. -Then you must cofhe an’ pick him up. You're stronger ’n [. be. Vl keep the varmints back, while youre doin’ it.” These were the only words that passed between the border brothers as they trotied along toward the scene, They un- derstood each other thoroughly. As they neared the point of rocks, they drew their revol- vers. Then, yelling like demons, in a dozen different tones, - their pistols speaking rapidly, carrying death and dismay into the close-crowded mass of outlaws, the scouts charged reck- lessly. : A revolver in each band, bis teeth fixed upon the reins, Hurricane Bill hurled the big buek skin» fainly into the midst of the astonished bandits. At every report, a man fell, dead or,mortally wounded. Buck-skin, in obedience to the spurs that pricked his flanks, plunged and reared, flinging out his heels viciously, tearing and biling at the dusky forms around him like a mad beast. ) Excited, though obeying every touch of the rein, Tornado halted beside the stake, unheeding the flames that scorched his feet. Fortunately the torch bad just been applied, and the twigs were uot fairly ignited. Mustang Sam bent in the saddle and with two powerful slashes, severed the cords that bound Don Munez to the stake. Then, sounding the ebrill comicbooks.com