On the Trail of Geronimo — page 310: what you’re looking at

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296 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. their best sentinels. Windstom was sure that something unusual had caused the peculiar stamp- ing of one of the ponies. He hoped that it was the approach of the lieutenant, but doubted it. Since the horses, in case he was not recognized, were likely to stamp again, he avoided detection by moving around the open spot where they were standing, keeping so well within the shadow that they could not see him. There was not the shght- est breath of air, and he was confident they would not detect him by their delicate sense of smell. He had hardly caught sight of the dim forms of the animals, when one of them not only stamped his foot but emitted a faint whinny. Knowing he had not been the cause of it, Windstrom hastened his pace and was quick to perceived that some one was among the horses. It could not be the lieutenant, for aside from the improbability of his acting in that manner, the beasts would have recognized him as a friend. “He is a thaif trying to run them off,” was the conclusion of the scout, who, without stopping to reflect that there might be several Apaches there, dashed forward, threw himself on the dusky form, C@MNICMOOOKSs'