On the Trail of Geronimo — page 207: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 195 though undecided whether to leave the spot or not. In this position he was in plain sight, and Dick noticed that instead of having a rifle he carried a bow and arrows. It was one of the latter missiles he had used, though, if shot from the bow, it was hard to understand why the twang of the string had not been heard in the oppressing stillness. But that backward look of the Apache was his last. As the report of the lheutenant’s carbine rang out on the night, the warrior, with a wild screech, sprang full length from the rock, his arms and legs outstretched, and fell on the other side, with not a spark of life left in his body. The noise of the gun and the shriek of the Indian instantly roused the sleepers, who rose to a sitting posture and grasped their weapons, peering about in the gloom to learn the cause. All were too wise to leap, to their feet, for that might have exposed them to the marauders creeping upon them. After discharging his weapon, Dick Whitcomb maintained his crouching position behind the bow!l- der, on his guard against a rush of their enemies, who, he was sure, were near at hand. He was in this attitude when Josh Joggens appeared with Windstrom at his heels. Comucoooks (C(O) mM