Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 86: what you’re looking at

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90 . HURRICANE BILL. “ Lead on to the place whar you crossed over, pard,” said Mustang Sam. “Once over the kenyon, 1 reckon we kin give these varmints the slip, s’posin’ they foller us.” Tbe doubly-laden animals could make but slow progress through the rock-strewn country. The trail was winding and intricate. The riders were ignorant of the best. route. They had only passed over the ground once, and then in too great.haste to take particular notice. The bandits would have them at a frightful disadvantage if they should follow. “ Hyur’s the place, I b’lieve,’ at length uttered Hurricane Bill, reining in his Lorse close beside the canon. : “It’s time, too. I kin hear the varmints comin’ down full split, now we’re still. But sure this ’s the place ?” “°T looks like it. We had to jump our critters over,” re- turned Hurricane, peering anxiously forward. The opposite ‘side could hardly be distinguished, owing to the gloom cast by the rocks and shrubs beyond, It was a moment of painful suspense. From behind’ came the unmis- takable sounds of a bot pursuil, the bandits having rallied, were burning for revenge. “Took out thar!’ sharply cried Mustang Sam, as - touched Tornado with the spur. The noble brute rose into the air like a bird and_ then alighted safely upon the other side with bis master and Guar- mela. There had been no danger in the leap, yet the cour- age displayed by. Mustang Sam was none the less on that ac- count., “Come on, pard. Buck-skin kin step acrost,’ laughed Mustang 8am. “’Tain’t ten foot acrost it.” A moment later, buck-skin alighted beside Tornado. “ Mustang, you ride on wi’ her—keep as nigh as you kin to the trail we follered in comin’ byar, so’s J]’ll know whar to look fer ye. Never you mind what you hear back hyar— you jest ’tend to her.” “What's up now, pard ?” demanded the Mad Rider. “You bear them varmints? They’re headin’ straight fe) this crossin’. Ef they pass this, we’re goners. They know the lay o’ the ground an’ we don’t. Tm goin’ to keep ’em on Vother side fer a bit; ontel you git a fa’r start.” “TH stay an’ help—” ~— Conmniclooolks.conn