On the Trail of Geronimo — page 86: what you’re looking at

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78 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. Lieutenant Whitcomb before he made reply to the last question. Every eye of the group was fixed on him, and he knew his face was flushed like that of one who is trying to deceive. “The stage slipped off the rocks and went over before it could be stopped.” “ How many folks killed ?” ‘None ; there was only one other passenger beside myself, and he jumped in time to save himself.” “Where driver?” “He left the stage in time to save himself from going over the rocks. I managed to catch hold of some bushes before I had gone far, and held myself for a while. I got down to the bottom after a time without injury, and was trying to find my way out, when I came upon the camp fire.” At this point Dick decided to ask a question for his own information. Pointing at the one whom he had fixed upon as the chief, he said: ‘¢ May I know the name of the great leader?” The interpreter, instead of answering the query, made it known to the other, who nodded his head once or twice, and then, facing the youth, said, with flashing eyes: “Me Geronimo—me Geronimo!” CoOnniclooo S (C©)