On the Trail of Geronimo — page 174: what you’re looking at

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162 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. She said nothing of what she had seen to the others, for she had no wish to alarm them without cause. She was back again in a few seconds, and, advancing beyond the line of trees, so as to obtain an unobstructed view, she leveled the glass at the approaching horsemen, too far away to be seen distinctly with the naked, unassisted eye. A joyous exclamation escaped her. “They are friends, for they are United States soldiers.. IJ am glad they are going to call, for we shall hear some news.” The regular rising and falling of the riders showed that their steeds were on a gallop, which rapidly lessened the distance between them and the ranch. Before long she was able to make out that there were six, though even with the aid of the glass it was impossible to distinguish their faces clearly. As they came nearer, Fanny witnarew closer to the house, where naturally enough she glanced down at her dress to make sure she was in present- able form. Nothing seemed wanting, though she smoothed her curly black hair in the vain at- tempt to subdue some of the obdurate ringlets that clustered about her shapely neck. (CO) mM Connicloooks