On the Trail of Geronimo — page 108: what you’re looking at

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98 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. duction, and after the exchange of a few questions and answers, he was obliged to repeat the story of his experience. It was an impressive sight, as he sat on his In- dian pony, in the middle of the mountain road, the bright moon shining down on the group, as the others held their steeds motionless, and with their eyes fixed on his face, listened to the thrilling nar- trative. They were old campaigners, some of whom had spent a dozen years in the Indian country, and no modest disclaimer on the part of the narrator—no ingenious attempt to make light of what he had done and to attribute his deliverance to extra good fortune which occasionally follows a man, could blind those veterans to the admirable courage, presence of mind, and wonderful skill displayed by the young lieutenant fresh from West Point. Nothing draws a set of men to another so much as the very qualities possessed by our hero, so his story, every word of which bore the impress of truth, established Dick Whitcomb in the affections of the hardy campaigners around him. Captain Campereaux was a grim Indian fighter, whose life had been a romance. He had won his COMM|Eelo© (C(0) mM