Penny Dreadfuls, 1901 · page 263 of 356
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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 251 places in the sand, scarcely moving, but on the alert for any trick of their cunning foes. Few shots were discharged, and those that were fired were mostly at a venture, resulting, as far as could be learned, in no execution on either side. The soldiers continually spoke in low tones, and exchanged their opinions of the situation. Since it was apparent that the Apaches were withdraw- ing, Lieutenant Whitcomb depended on Wind- strom and Joggens to let him know when they were really gone. Finally these two, who for some time exposed themselves in what appeared to be a reckless way, sprang to their feet, bringing their horses with them. “They're gone!” was the é¢xclamation of the New Englander. - Look in whatsoever direction they chose, noth- ing was to be seen of the red men. True, they might have been crouching in the sand, as when they laid their ambush, but the fact that no rifle shot came from any point was proof enough to satisfy the troopers that all danger was past, for the present at least. Several of the assailants had been slain, though (C(O) nn) Cc 6)(0)(6) (CO) mM