On the Trail of Geronimo — page 316: what you’re looking at

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302 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. erect and scornful as though he were a chief lis- tening to the appeal of some condemned criminal for his lite. His hands were fastened behind his back, and the thong that had been tied around his elbows remained in its place. Windstrom was on the point of removing it, when the announcement of the captive’s identity decided him to take every possible care to prevent his getting away. “Whatever happens,” said Captain Camper- eaux, “that imp must not give us the slip; he holds the fate of those women that you were tell- ing about, and more than likely that of Lieuten- ant Whitcomb as well.” “Tm afraid they’ve got him,’ remarked Jog- gens. “To my mind there isn’t any doubt of it. Hi he had kept his senses, and remembered the sig- nal he asked me to give him, there wouldn’t have been any trouble. But there’s no use crying over spilt milk—helloa! is that you, Kit?” One of his own scouts at that moment approach- ed to report, and it proved an important report indeed. He had been out for several hours on the trail of Geronimo. He had tracked him to the same spot on the small mountain plateau, where COMniIEloOolk<Sa'