On the Trail of Geronimo — page 293: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 279 CHAPTER XXXIII. A DARING EXPLOIT. THE distance between Lieutenant Whitcomb and the Apache camp fire was so slight that, if he once pulled trigger, Geronimo was certain to fall with not a spark of life in his body. The officer sighted carefully, and his finger was already pressing the trigger, when a warrior stepped exactly in front of the chieftain. ‘“ Confound it!’ muttered the heutenant, “I shall have to wing you, too, but I want to make sure of him.” The Apache who thus assumed the part of an unconscious shield was not one of the original sroup, but came from the gloom just beyond the fire. Hc stood but a minute in front of the leader, when he shifted his position enough to allow once more a full view of Geronimo. The officer was interested in the actions of this (CC) nn) (@ 6)(0)(6) (C(O) mM