On the Trail of Geronimo — page 130: what you’re looking at

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120 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. Joggens ran some personal risk in thus advance ing from his comrades, for the man among the rocks, knowing what the whole affair meant, was not likely to pay much heed to the usages of civil- ized wartare. Josh, however, did not propose to take any unnecessary risk, and he came to a halt when fully a hundred feet separated him from the defenses, and when, therefore, he was about mid- way between them and his friends. At the very moment of halting, he caught sight of that for which he was looking. A slight move- ment directed his eyes to one of the numerous crevices between the bowlders, and there, too plainly to be mistaken, was the muzzle of a rifle projecting only a few inches. “ Helloa, in there!” called the messenger, with- out any apparent alarm in his voice. “Wal, what do you want?” The query was like the growl of a grizzly bear, and was heard by all the troopers, none of whom, however, had yet caught sight of the ominous muzzle behind the bowlders. + We would like to have a few words with you.” “Wal, who’s hinderin’ you?” was asked in the same surly voice as before. eConniclooolkxs (CO)