On the Trail of Geronimo — page 93: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 85 CHAPTER XI. WARM WORK. THE volley of the cavalrymen came like a thun- derbolt from a summer sky. An exploding bomb- shell could not have scattered the Apaches with more precipitation. Knowing lke a flash what it meant, they plunged their ponies among the rocks on the other side of the highway, where it seemed difficult for a chamois to find footing, and were olf like a whirlwind. Some of the warriors and more than one horse were struck, but all managed to leave the road with the exception of a single Indian, whose steed was stung by a couple of carbine bullets so sharply that he became unmanageable. Instead of doing as did his fellows, he whirled about lke a top and started down the road on a dead run. This pony was the one bestrode by the inter- preter and Dick Whitcomb. Had not both been unusually skillful riders, they would have been CoOmuicoookSs.¢€