On the Trail of Geronimo — page 101: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO 93 CHAPTER XII. THREE CHEERS. “WELL,” muttered the enraged trooper, as his saber whizzed through the air without coming in contact with anything; “I believe he’s the evil one himself!” The Apache seemed scarcely to have stirred, but, all the same, he made a movement, which like that of the skillful boxer was just sufficient to dodge the terrific blow aimed at his skull. ‘““T hope they'll both miss him,” was the thought of the first horseman; “ he belongs to me.” He speedily checked his pricked charger, and, wheeling him about, approached the dusky figure with great impetuosity, not lacking however ina certain caution from his previous experience brief though it was. “Stand back, boys!” he called to his compan- ions; “let me have another go at him.” The Apache seemed to be bewildered by the overwhelming onslaught, for he stood still in tha ecomicooolkks (C(O) mM