On the Trail of Geronimo — page 97: what you’re looking at

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

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 89 was expecting nothing of the kind, he did not fall, but like a catamount recovered himself in the air and struck on his feet. His momentum, however, as he landed from the back of a horse on a dead run compelled him to run several steps before he could steady himself and bring his rifle to his shoulder to shoot the daring youngster from the back of his pony. But Dick was expecting something of the kind, and had flung himself forward on the neck of his steed, after the manner of the Apaches themselves. Pointing his pistol backward at the figure which was bounding and skurrying forward like a rubber ball, he let fly with the single charge in his revolver. He hardly expected to hit his man, for the shot was a blind one, and it is probable he missed him by several feet. Confident of what the Apache would do, Dick not only stretched forward but threw himself partly on the opposite shoulder of the pony, whose neck hid his head, and whose body shielded the rest of his person, with the exception of one leg, which was twisted over the spine of the running beast, and was all that prevented the daring rider from going to the ground. Comic ooolks (C(O)