Beadle's New York Dime Library No. 1061 — page 14: what you’re looking at

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f . . ’ ce j Pes : ay Ay 7 . “ tnd “44g e ’ ; . . i ni att ‘ r 14 ———-_ eo SL TS Le Ds oi hima: _ tees ope eee — - oo - thing, you shall yet clasp in your arms your | started prepared for a long scout. They were daughter, pure and uncontaminated by the base villains who seek her dishonor. As to your gold—some of the boys may need some for ammunition, but I doubt if they will ac- cept it from you, as their credit is good in San Antonio,” ‘“Send them to me, Don Samwell. I will not insult your noble nature by offering gold to you; but trust I shall be enabled to repay in some manner your extremely unexpected kind- ness, and loyal friendship to an old man.” “Say no more, Don Jose! Ibid you adios; for I must ses my comrades, and shall soon be bounding over the trail, toward the Rio Grande and Lena,” ‘“*That God and the saints may watch over and bless your efforts, shall be my continuous prayer. Adios, amigo mio.” A hasty shake, a glance from youthful but daring, fearless eyes, into those that were aged, tear dimmed and sorrowful, despite their faint brightening of hope, and the two parted, Sam hastened back toward the Main Plaza, | not noticing the form of a youth on the oppo- ; 4 site side of the street, who, unknown to him, had followed his footsteps, aud watched and | waited for hie interview to end, pacing up and down, with impatient steps, biting his lips with angry vexation, and fierce jealousy plainly flashing from his eyes. Let us look at this intruder—or spy shall we : call him—so that we will know him should we meet him in the future, A soft black sombrero, ornamented with a silver star. is pulled down over his face, partly hiding his countenance, but we see enough to know, that ne is a mere youth, with a. sickly mustache, rosy cheeks, black flashing eyes and raven hair, hanging in wavy masses to his shoulders, over a richly embroidered, black-vel- vet jacket, literally covered with buttons. Slasued pantaloons, to match the jacket, are j tucked into the tops of high, fancy boots, on the heels of which jingle the long-roweled Mexican spurs, with their little, tingling bells, s0 common at that time in that country.—A fine, embossed belt, with huge silver buckle supports a Colt’s army revolver, and bowie- knife. Take him altogether he looks the dandy sport of the fandaugo, and monte-house; yet he is so young that one is forced to doubt — mounted on fresh, hardy mustangs, for some time corn-fed and grazed on the rich, curly mesquite grass that grew to the west of the Springs camp, This was the force that halted beneath the huge, moss-decorated tree, so well known to Buckskin Sam, The intention was to fill their ma re. . | canteens from the Medina, and then to strike | up-stream to the ford, and scatter south upon the opposite side of the river, to find the trail of the Greasers who bad abducted Lena Castro. But no sooner had the party in the lead | halted, and Sam was feeling within the long festoon of moss, hoping to find some “ sign” | from Warlula, which would bear on the busi- ness ahead, when an incident occurred which kept feet in stirrup, and eyes bent with aston- ished looks upon the folisge above their heads, Coming hand ever hand down the huge stem of agrape-vine, from the dark shades of moss and leaves above, a perfect queen of nature swaying amid appropriate surroundings, was Lulala, ravishingly lovely in her romantic, beaded, buckskin costume, her face flushed by being the center of stranger glances. However much she disliked the. interview she could not but obey Warlula’s instructions, and, as she a‘ighted gracefully upon the sward, she repudiated the presence of all except him with. whom she had been ordered to communi- cate, She fixed her gaze on ‘Buckskin Sam,” seeming to know bim by intuition, and he sprung from his horse and removed his som- brero in respect for beauty, grace, and sex, as did every man in the command. All seemed amazed by the strange, unaccountable appear- ance of the Indian maid, though through Sam’s mind ran thoughts with lightning speed, con- necting her with Warlula, frame words to address her she spoke: ‘*Lulula would have talk with Buckskin, the white brother of Warlula. Her eyes and heart say he is before ber.” ‘The eyes and heart of Lulula are truthful!” excluimed Sam. ‘*‘Warlula is my brother, and Lulula my sister. I am proud to meet one I have heard so often praised hy as true a warrior as ever trod prairie-grass, and of whom Iam anxious to hear. My ears are open to Big Foot Wallace, as he shot a squirt of tobacco juice over his horse’s head. “ Yer talk are plain, ter ther p’int, an’ chuck full 0 re’sun. It ‘pends, sum, how things pan-out, whether we make ther riffle an’ korral ther gal without kickin’ up a dubbie distilled, old he rumpus. Kf we has ter use our shooters much, nigh on ter Monterray, thar’s a dead sure thing on our havin’ ter bump oursel’s righf pert on ther jump, fur ther Bravo ag’in. -How: sumever, I rec’ons on our keepin’ ther yallar- bellies a ’spectful distunce with our Sharps, J ha’n’t fit ew’ry thing what wares ha’r, from ther big—sal'-drink ter ther Rockies —reds, grizzlies, panthers, an’ sich, ter pass my checks | | | | | see that troubles me. etn — Before he could | te inter a Greazer. I'd jist as soon speed ’er thru’ ther hull Montezuman ¢’untry, as ter cross ther big plains ter Sante Fe. Are any ev yer feed sottin’ bad on yer stumjack, Joe, that yer ain’t a-slingin’ yer tung’ az fluuntly ag common?” ‘‘ Ab, melord duke,” answered Reckless Joe,. “dost thou address me with the idea that I Shall expaciate upon. each and every thought that has, for the last ten minutes. run riot, within me alabaster brow! /f so, I tell you at the start, ’tis impossible to narrate the wild workings of me brain. But first and foremost of me troubles is, the fact, that we shall soon. be playing hide and sek in the cactus cou.try, and most of you boys are found «ft ecbili. You I sha’p’t have a fair show at grub time. Chili colorado \red pep-. per} is me abomination, and you'll have it in every disk you cook. Your frijoles will bo so full of it that it will take the skin cff a man’s throat, the turkeys wiil be sti ffed with it, while Joseph will be compelled to si! on one side with his corn-pone, carnie asado, and coffee without extras, all because you are copper lined ano can swallow red pepper by the mouthful, without winking Bah! the thought makes me thirsty now: how will ! fee. over the river, where water is scarce, the ground cracked with drouth, and the sun is, blazing down?” A hearty laugh all around greeted Joe at the close of his remarks. ‘“T really believe,” said Daring Bill, ‘* that if Joe was in the middle of a deal, was raking in dvubloons by thousands, he’d stop to ask if. the coffee had boiled, and if the beef didn’t. ‘wy in regard to his character. Itis perfectly evi- | the words of Lulula,” need turning. Joe, you think more of your vi f. ' dent, bowever, frcm his manner, that he is ex- ‘When the moon was big in the sky,” ex- | stomach than any one I know of, and still BY | ake ‘ tremely interested in the movements of our | plained the Indian maid, *Lulula came to | you’ve had to suffer many a time for grub on he 4 } hero, and.as he is on the trailof Sam the | the nest of her warrior—she found talking leaf | the plains.” a) a reader will know him if he puts in another ap- | —she found arrow—the talking leaf told ber ‘“You’re right, me lord,” answered Joe, mY: Oe ( » pearance; but to be more sure of his identity | Warlula on war-trail—long trail—want Lulula | “‘Sam and mysel¢ have had tough troubles on fee, m before I leave him I will christen him, “|lack | bring horse—arrow say trail go over Bravo, | the North and West plains, particularly cross- i “| LY fe Bravu;” and drop him, dodging the footsteps | poiniing south—Lulula ride fast take mustang | ing the Llano Estacado, We have roughed it bo Ae , of our friend, Buckskin Sam. , to Warlula—ride long over Nueces—meet | when we didn’t mind how tough the grub was, ee i From Don Castro’s, Sam went immediately | Warlula—he say tell white brother come on | if twas only eatable.”, ea ye to Whittlo’s, where he found that Joe, who had | trail—bring more white warriors, Greazers ‘“I have seen the time when numberless: Pas, nat taken a short siesta, was up and around, alter- | with Whice Li'y go over Bravo—Laredo ford | civilized luxuries floated in orderly atray be- aire | ay _ nately poking fun at the Dutch girls in the | —maybeso Monterey— Warlula take horse, | fore me half-starved vision, but didn’t do me. aa # y kitchen, and spouting conglomerated English | leave one much sick—go fast, go back on trail | any good. I say a baked coyote is a rich meal hd a a 3 _in Richter’s bar-room, adjoining the boarding- | —say go Monterey if Greazer go—leave sign, | alongside of nothing. Then even a stewed | ‘g house. A few words in Joe’s ear and the lat- | maybeso lose scalp for white brother—then | lariat is tangible, is nourishing,4$ eatable, ‘aa’ mr ter was ready for anything which should turn | Lulula jump in big water—Lalula die,” When a man’s hungry he’ll «at old boot or | i, qi up. The borses wera brought around, having Buckskin Sam grasped the hand of the In- | bridle soup; and a centenarian buck Piute. Bee a been we!l groomed and fed; the boys mounted, | dian maid, pressed it to his heart, while a wild, | would be a luxury, even withcut salt. Boys, | eh Pere and by the tic.e they reached the Main Plaza | jubilant yell arose from the Rangers, that rung | when I get up from a good square meal, all is. me a ue their passage was blocked by crowds of people | through the bottom timber, causing the leaves | serene and beautiful. The befeathered flat—™* Ng i" Ss | Mt | who greeted them with loud yells, and hearty | and drooping moss to quiver like aspens, and . Hold ther cuss, stop him,” yelled Big Foot, ae yi i hand shaking; tor the news of theic deeds of | the Indian maid to shrink back like a sturtled | amid boisterous laughter. ‘Cum out squar- i a Me the previous night had spread like wild-fire, | fawn, and spring up into the branches of the | footed Bill Thoinpsou, an’ ’splain what kinder Orr “9 ey. started by the talkative Dr. Reed. tree, trail Joe’s tung’ are on now, He's ther orflest Saf Z fs Both boys stopped in to see the doctor at his ‘Hold, Lulula!” shouted Sam. ‘‘The boys | galoot I ever see’d. Whats he bin eatin’? He Ore | ire Be x drug store, whu promi them, if they paid | are yelling to show their appreciation of the | talks as tho’ he’d swallered a hull skule-house.”” Pash s may strict regard to his directions about using his | galiant daring of Warlula aud yourself.” ‘““[ don’t know what’s up with Joe,” an- f ie 43, ‘ae healing balsams, they should be ready to move Tué Indian girl gazed down a moment upon | swered Daring Bill. “He throws a full deck iM ay) hoe Oren the trail, without danger of inflammation | the boisterous c owd, and seeing in their eyes | of words, that’s a fact. Ask him yourself, . ha ay bik f their wounds, in three days, nothing but respect she waved a grav ful | what troubles him.” wae | 8 Three duys ! adieu, and disappeared frum whenve she came, “Joe! O—h Joe! what have struck yer now? J ey r It was an eternity to wait, and despite the | up ithe grape-vine, amid the mossy draperies, | Watch him, boys, ao’ don’t let him git a-goin’ we Pi warnings of the doctor they clipped off one | to the nest of Warlula. _ag’in,” Lalbiee. <n third of the time, and in two days were in the The Rangers knowing that it would be use-| Joe reined up his horse, alongside of the y Las a saddie, moving upon the trail, and, at last, | less holding any further conversation with her, | Giant Scout, saying in answer, and without a fee (te aN entering the shadows of the Medina river | as they were confident that she had told them | traction of a smile upon his countenance: | Ey Psy bottom. all that she know in regard to the trail, filled ‘King of the live-oaks! I would have you URE “aha their canteens, rode up the stream to the ford | know—now listen to me tale, and mark well eer! | Ae Bs CHAPTER XII. and then struck out for the Laredo crossing of | me words. An eccentric fastidiousness has “eas » Be THE RANGERS ON THE TRAIL, the Rio Grande. struck me, without embarrassment aud without = jt, wah J A sconk of Texaus were on the trail, all of “Gentlemen, we must use our nags with | a’ reconnoissance as to the reception of me of m i » »* them baving been of the party that was eu- | care,” remarked Fighting Ben, as they fairly | words, without a prepossessing introduction, Fe ie -. famped at the San Plo Springs. settled to thei. course, ‘We may need both | I have made mystification, my best card. I ht 3a a * Buckskin Sam, Reckless Joe, Fighting Ben, | spred and endurance when we point for Texas | have explained a somewhat chemical affair, SAAB ae Daring Bill, and Big Foot Wallace led the van, | after showing our hand to these Greaser guerril- | with a felicity of quotation, an exuberance of Ly ia if an while in the rear was the eccentric Dutch Pete, Jas. We'll have a thousand yellow-skinned | spirit, and voluble lips. 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