On the Trail of Geronimo — page 202: what you’re looking at

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190 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. lieutenant where he had passed the dismal hours — among the rocks, when he returned to camp, and speedily joined his comrade in the land of dreams. “T suppose I have from four or five hours to keep guard here,” muttered the young officer, who believed in sharing his duties with his men, “and it won’t be any trouble to stay awake. I slept most of last night, and have done so well since then that I shall not feel the need of anything more until to-morrow night. The first thing to do is to gain some understanding of my surroundings.” On all sides were the rocks, few of large size, with the stunted trees, which prevented Dick see- ing far in any direction. He was in the shadow, but there were patches of moonlight, giving him glimpses of his surroundings, shifting and uncer- tain, as the moon slowly wore across the zenith. Confident in his own security against discovery, he was equally confident of being able to detect the approach of any stealthy enemy. The only sound which reached his ear was the soft trickling of the tiny stream from the spring, as it wound its way among the rocks, and was finally swallowed up in the sandy plain which stretched on every hand. | Conniclooolks (CO)