On the Trail of Geronimo — page 164: what you’re looking at

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

154 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. flame, so that it could not have been seen ten feet away. “What time is it?” asked the doctor, leaning forward. | “Time for day to break,” growled the captain. ‘T wonder what’s the matter with the sun. Is the orb out of order?” “No; it is growing light; the time has come to start the music.” There was no mistake this time. The jagged rocks, standing out in black relief against the sky, grew darker and more inky as the background began to pale before tne advent of dawn. “Don’t you hear some peculiar noise off there to the left?” asked the captain, uneasily, raising his head and peering in the direction named. “T don’t know about that,” replied the doctor, equally puzzled, “there has been a slight breeze blowing off and on since we halted, and it may be that; but you are making a mistake, captain, if you delay the attack another minute.” Raising the carbine at his side, Captain Camper- eaux pointed it toward the middle of the plateau, and pulled the trigger. It seemed that the single report had hardly CONNICLOOO© (C(O) mM