Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 87: what you’re looking at

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SCARED MEXICANS. 91 “No ye won't, nuther, J’m runnin’ this outfit, just now You take her and puckachee. Git—I mean. business,” Though with evident reluctance, Mustang Sam turned and rode away, after first handing Don Munez one of his revol- vers, It went against the grain sorely to leave his partner to meet the enemy alone, but he knew that Hurricane would not be crossed even by his best friend, and a quarrel now would be worse than folly. — « You're going to fight them, senor ?” asked Don Munez. “ Yes—voin’ to keep ’em from crossin’, ef I kin, You kin help——jest fire at ’em whenever you ketch a chaince, an’ keep jumpin’ around in different places. I don’t reckon we'll hev very hard work to keep ’em back long enough to let Mustang git away safe. Likely they’ll think we're all hyar. But now lay low. Do jest as I do.” Buek-skin was loosely tethered beyond a pile of rocks. Hurricane Bill and Don Munez crouched under cover close beside the canon, their fire-arms ready. Though as yet the oullaws were invisible in that land of shadows, the rapid hoof-strokes could plainly be distinguished, and the trained ear of the young scout could determine their position within a few yards. Beyond a doubt they were making for the crossing, either suspecting the fugitives had made use of it, or else they were desirous of surrounding them as quickly as possible, The oudaws trotted br iskly up to the crossing. From his covert Hurricane Bill could quite’ plainly distinguish them. And leveling bis revolver, he fired twice in rapid succession. Don Munez imitated his exnmple. The outlaws were most effectually surprised. Nor was this lessened when Hurricane Bill, while rapidly ‘emptying his revolvers, shouted in a loud, clear voice : “Charge, lads—charge an’ they’re ours! Work ’er up lively, boys! Whoo-oop !” With cries of terror and dismay the Mexicans broke and fled, the wild war-cry of Hurricane Bill sounding in their ears long after they had vanished from view. Then, with a pleasant laugh, the scout turned to Don Munez. ‘. “ Thats settled. Now fer to join our fri’nds. I don’t reckon we'll hev any more trouble afore day, any bow.” ~ ConniclooolkkS.comnn)