Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 85: what you’re looking at

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HOT WORK. 89 : gg , . signal agreed upon, he urged Tornado forward and plunged into the melee, adding His qnota to the slaughter, It was not a fight. The bandits, forthe n.ost part without arms, 4 great many of them half-stup: fied with ligquer, seemed totally incapable of cither self-defense or flight. Not a hand was raised against the Americans. Not a blow was siruck gave those they themselves delivered. It was a mes-ncre. Hurricane Bill promptly obeyed the signal. Wheeling buck-skin, he crushed throngh the crowd, and reached the stake just as Don Muncz sprung out of the fiery circle. “Tm a fri’nd, old man—give us your paw an’ up yer come !” shouted Hurricane Bill. Don Monez understood and recognized the plainsman, and grasping the proffered hand, be swung himself up bebind Hurricane Bill, who shouted : ‘Al! right, pard—puckachee /” Buck-skin darted around the point of recks with his double burden, and then thundering over the rock-bridge, entered the pass. Mustang Sam only paused for a partine blow, and then followed his comrade, overtaking him just before reach- ing the point where Carmela had been left. Sounding the agrecd-upon signal, it was promptly answered, and’ the next moment Carmela was in Mustang’s arms, | “ Whoeo-oop! we euchered the varmints that time!” yelled Hurricane Billy in an eestasy of triumph. “Right you be, Billy; "twas a neat job. But I don’t reckon we're through wi’ the game yit. Lis'en to that /” Even as Mustang Sam spoke, a loud yell came echoing down the pass. It seemed as though the outlaws bad suddenly re- covered their senses—as though they now saw how sublimely they had been duped. They had only seen two men—the daredevil Americans who jiad escaped the death-trap in the pass. Yet over a dozen cf their men were dead or disabled. Should the heretics escape to boast of their deeds? No—a thousand times no! This is what that wild, vindictive yell sdid. Riding close side by side, Don Munez»nd Carmela clasped hands for one moment. It was like the dead returning to life. Even with that yell ecboing in their ears they were happy. For the moment they forgot the death of Don Luis. comicboooks.com