On the Trail of Geronimo — page 145: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 135 the group to discuss the news. ‘ That will give us time for supper and rest. We will leave our horses with a strong camp guard, and fifty of us will set out about midnight for the spot where I hope we shall wind up the clock of Geronimo.” Although the prospect of a furious fight close at hand stirred the blood of all, yet these campaigners had become so accustomed to peril that it produced no effect on their appetites or their desire for sleep. The food was devoured with the keen relish of men who lead the most active of out-door lives, pipes were smoked, jests again exchanged, and finally those who were to take part in the enter- prise stretched out on their blankets, sinking off to rest as quickly and sweetly as so many tired chil- dren. There were a few who did not close their eyes. Captain Campereaux sat under a tree, where the firelight rendered his features visible, and talked now and then in low tones with the surgeon, who was calmly examining his instruments, and placing them in order for the work that would most likely be required of them within the next few hours. Joggens, Windstrom, and Lieutenant Whitcomb were asleep. Just beyond the circle of light thrown CoOnniclooo “S (C(O) mM