On the Trail of Geronimo — page 220: what you’re looking at

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208 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. Then at last he breathed freely, feeling that for the present he had nothing to fear from the Apaches. But the result of this curious concurrence of events was that the trooper had placed fully a mile between him and is friends, and it was a matter of exceeding delicacy and difficulty to rejoin them on the morrow. That fact, however, caused him no uneasiness, for he would have been a poor scout if unable to take care of himself when well armed, even though on foot, knowing, as he did, that his enemies were in the neighborhood, but unaware of his precise location. “ The boys will be looking for me in the morn- ing,’ was the reflection of Windstrom, “and I guess well be able to open communication. But Joggens will have the laugh on me, be the powers, and I can’t blame him if he does.” It need not be said that the Irishman continued to make the best use of his trained senses, and it was this fact which enabled him, while scanning the horizon, to discern toward the east a peculiar glare, different from that of the moon. For the moment he forgot everything else, and COnmicloOo@kxSa: