On the Trail of Geronimo — page 345: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 331 his people and join them. The sullen youth obeyed, and the scout called out: “ Come, leftenant; it’s your turn now.” Without stirring, Lieutenant Whitcomb turned his head and signified by a gesture that the ladies were to precede him. Fanny Harland, with her mother on her arm on one side and her grand- mother on the other, moved slowly forward, the two younger suiting their steps to the strength of the eldest, who leaned heavily on her support. The young officer fell in behind, and a dozen steps carried the little group among their friends. Instead of wheeling and riding off, the scouts remained facing the Apaches, prepared for what- ever mightcome. The latter acted as though they did not observe this evidence of distrust, though they could not have failed to do so. The released captive, with a single bound, threw himself on one of the ponies behind the bearer of the flag of truce, who dashed off at full speed, with the others at his heels. | They glanced back several times, but whenever they did so they saw the cavalrymen sitting grimly on their horses, ready forthem. When the distance became beyond rifle shot, the scouts faced about CoOnniclooo SS (C(O)