Beadle's Dime Novels No. 316: Hurricane Bill — page 93: what you’re looking at

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SMOKE-SIGNALS, 97 get out of the Mal Pais by sun-down. One night of such traveling was enough. < Mustang Sam—remembering how considerate his partner bad been on a former occasion, now won Hurricane Bill’s un- dying gratitude, by arranging a new order of march, As + buck-skin was the ‘strongest horse, Hurricane and Carmela were to ride him, while Don Munez and Mustang took “ turn about” on fofiade, J ust What passed between the Sank people—all that they said and @ good portion of what they thought, the acute reader can probably guess, One thing is certain. Neitber of them ever forgot that ride. It was the beginning of a new life for them both. CHAPTER XII. A MATTER OF COURSE “ Loox yonder—see the smoke signals?” muttered Mus- tang Sam to Hurricane, just before sunset, nodding toward two different points from whence arose slender columns of black smoke,‘ That means mischief.” “Tt’s Injun style, but I b’lieve it’s put up by some o’ those. pesky greasers. They’ve sighted us, sure. Well, let ’em try it on. We sickened ’em once; I reckon we kin do it ag’in,” quietly repling Hurricane Bill, “Thar cain’t be more’n a dozen o’ them left 2?” “ About that, onless they’ve run acrost. help. You: mean—?” “Yes. Thar’s no use in takin’ herin danger. Them ’scopet bullets is so durned keerless—they hit any thing they bain t aimed at. We’ll press on to the open ground beyond them hills; an’ then let the old man take his gal. It]l be plain travelin’ then, an’ I don’t reckon the critters ever WORE ha’r ag kin overhaul Tornado an’ buck-skin in a fa’r race,” This was the decision arrived at by the scouts, they having Ccomiclbooks.com -_