On the Trail of Geronimo — page 146: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

136 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. out by the camp fire were the guard, alert and vigilant; for confident as were the scouts that the Apaches did not suspect the proximity of the sol- diers, possibly they were mistaken, and while the white men slept the Indians might steal upon them unawares. Everything was hushed. Now and then the stamp or faint whinny of some animal broke the stillness, but even the horses seemed to be affected by the scene, for the sounds lacked the vigor noticeable at other times. From where the captain sat, he could occasionally catch sight of a shadowy figure as it moved with slow, regular pace within the limits of the fire- light, each listening and watching with all the power at his command, for no caution could be too great when in the country of the Apaches. Captain Campereaux smiled as the surgeon ran his thumb along the razor-like edge of his dreadful implements, and tested their fitness with critical eye and touch, expressing a wonder as to whether he would be the first upon whom they would be used, and speculating whether, after all, the boys wouldn’t do as well if the surgeon himself should fall into the power of Geronimo. GomilGcosoo S (©)