On the Trail of Geronimo — page 46: what you’re looking at

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Bye) ON THH TRAIL OF GERONIMO. minutes and the depth of the gorge was like that of the bottomless pit itself. Suddenly there was one grand, reverberating crash, like that of a building falling into ruins, and he knew that the stage had reached its last station. and was lying far down that precipice at the bot- tom of the gorge, battered into kindling wood. Dick shuddered at the thought of his narrow escape from sucha fate. How keenly he regretted his refusal to follow the advice of Buck Bragg, for he was still encompassed by peril of the most ter- rifying nature. The bushes to which he was clinging projected from a crevice between two immense bowlders. ‘The opening was nearly hort zontal, the upper stone being no more than two feet in height, while the lower reached indefinite- ly downward. Its face was just rough enough to afford the slightest support for his feet, though the projections were so slight that the bush which he had grasped had to bear more than half his weight. Convinced, however, that with care he could sustain himself indefinitely, he plucked up cour- age, and held on like a young hero. It was not long before he caught the voice of Cconniclooolkks (CO)