On the Trail of Geronimo — page 56: what you’re looking at

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48 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. As he spoke, the rancher vaulted out of the wagon, and, running quickly the few intervening steps, stooped over the prostrate figure. “ Helloa, Zach! how do you feel? Gracious!” “What's the matter?” called his friend, forcing his horse to step still closer to the prostrate form. “Tt isn’t Zach!” “Who can it be?” At the risk of having his snorting horse dashing off, the driver leaped to the ground and hurried to the side of his friend. Neither could see distinctly, so the driver struck a lucifer, and held it over the upturned face. ‘The breeze that prevailed a short time before had entirely died out, so that it was unnecessary to protect the tiny flaine. Buck Brage’s keen vision had told him the truth. The man was a stranger whom neither had ever seen before. The manner of his taking off, and his tell-tale appearance even in death (for not a breath of life remained), removed all doubt as to his identity. He was one of the three rash men who had attempt ed to hold up the stage, and the termination of his career and that of the vehicle must have been almost simultaneous. (C(O) nN) Cc 6)(0)(6) S (C©@)