On the Trail of Geronimo — page 163: what you’re looking at

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

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 153 Had the lieutenant been within easy reach of his captain he would have moved round to him and made known his views, but his superior officer was on the opposite margin of the plateau, and could not be reached in time to render the visit of use. “It must come in a few minutes,” he said to himself; “and even if that Indian suspects the truth it can do him no good.” ’ Within a couple of minutes after the disappear- ance of the Apache from the front of the officer, his shadow was discerned again, as he whisked before the camp fire. The blaze had not increased, and little more than his leggins were visible, even they vanishing in the shadow a moment after. The hundred eyes now divided their attention between the dark center of the plateau and the eastern sky, where they longed for the breaking of light, which must soon appear. It seemed strangely delayed, but it could not be far off, even though the gloom rendered it impossible to dis- cern the face of a watch. From his position behind a bowlder Captain Campereaux, crouching behind the surgeon, cau- tiously ignited a match, shading the little twist of Comic ooolkks (C0) mM