On the Trail of Geronimo — page 218: what you’re looking at

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206 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. beyond their reach; for at the moment steed and rider appeared on the crest, in strong relief against the sky, they let drive with every unloaded weapon. ¢ Hurrah!” called out the delighted trooper, as he was whirled down the declivity on the other side ; “we've given them the slip, and the spalpeens have learned once more that there isn’t a hoss—” But just then the pony checked his gait and stag- gered, as though he had stepped into some hole and hurt his foot. His rider pulled on the strap to check him, but there was no need of that. With a dis- tressing moan he lunged forward, went down on his knees, and rolled on his side so quickly, that the trooper was barely able to save himself from being crushed beneath the body. “JT was afeard ye was hurt,” he said, looking down with a pitying heart upon the faithtul ani- mal that had carried him out of death for the last time; “and to think I was cross with ye whin ye lift the camp without so much as saying good- bye!” It occurred to the mourning trooper at this mo- ment that he had much more urgent business than bewailing the loss of a steed to which he was so much attached. There were Apaches on the other Comnniclooolkks (CO)