On the Trail of Geronimo — page 210: what you’re looking at

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198 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. The latter was no more than fairly beyond the camp when he realized his serious mistake—a mis- take the more uncalled for since, one of their number being slain, a steed could be spared with- out inconvenience to the rest. But, as may be said, the trooper had crossed the Rubicon, and, having set out to recapture his pony, was determined to do so. On the open plain, where nothing shut out the moonlight, the steed seemed to form an idea of the identity of his pursuer. As he fled on an easy canter, just rapid enough to keep beyond reach of his master, he turned his head first on one side and then the other, as if seeking to make sure of his man. “Ye sees me and ye knows me,” muttered Walt; “and if ye don’t, I think ye will when I lays hands onto ye.” It was indeed the pony belonging to the Irish- man, and, although he was without saddle or bridle, and with only the strap dangling from his neck, he was too valuable to be lost without a struggle. There was something ludicrous in the course of the beast. It seemed to take him several minutes to make sure that he was running away from his master. All doubt being removed on that point, Conniclooolkks (C(o) mM