On the Trail of Geronimo — page 167: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GELKONINO. 157 beyond question; and, so far as could be judged, not one of them had received a scratch. It would be vain to dwell upon the disappoint- ment of the officers and men. The captain gnawed his grizzly mustache with chagrin, and strode back and forth across the plateau, muttering harsh ex- pressions to himself, refusing to speak to any one, and in such a state of rage that for some time no one dared approach or address him. It must have been that the noise made by the loosened stone roused the single Apache, who, withous suspecting the real cause, rose from his blanket, rekindled the fire, and started out to in- vestigate. His course in coming to a sudden halt, standing still a few seconds, and then retreating with his face to the foe, left no doubt that he had discovered the peril. His penetrating eyes must have shown him the cap of one of the crouching soldiers, and, making his way noiselessly back to camp, he had awakened Geronimo and the rest. Then the Indians departed in the remarkable manner described. Could Captain Campereaux have seen the Apache when he halted in front of Lieutenant Connicloooks (CO