On the Trail of Geronimo — page 159: what you’re looking at

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

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 149 began climbing over the margin of the Apache camping-ground. Day could not be far off, and the music was certain to open in a short time. Having reached the point where they were to await the signal of attack, all lay flat on their faces and peered over the comparatively level space with the most intense interest. During the preceding few minutes, the moon had become partially clouded, so that the vision was not as perfect as it would have been earlier in the night. ‘They saw, too, that the middle of the plateau contained a number of loose bowlders, against which probably the camp fire had been kindled, and was now smoldering. All this prevented them seeing distinctly, and it was almost impossible for the sharpest vision to make out the dark figures stretched on the ground and wrapped in their blankets. “ But they are there,” was the thought of each of the half hundred men, “and we have them walled in. Geronimo’s race is well-nigh run.” Amidst the profound stillness, one of the sol- diers, lving on his face at the point where the tiny stream trickled down from the plateau, leaned for- ward to take a drink. He had to move only afew CoOnniclooo S (C(O) mM