On the Trail of Geronimo — page 165: what you’re looking at

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

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 155 sounded upon the still air when nearly half a hun- dred followed, accompanied by wild shouts and cries. Having poured in their volley, the soldiers sprang to their feet and rushed down across the slope at the top of their speed straight for the Apache camp. No time for weak blows now! No quarter for the fiends that had never spared the babe at the mother’s breast, nor heeded the prayers of helpless old age. Like the war cry “Remember the Alamo!” which nerved the arms of the Texan patriots at San Jacinto, each soldier felt himself a ©” giant as he dashed down on the savage band. The run was brief, and in a twinkling the eager - horde met at the center. Not a warrior had been seen to leap to his feet, and it looked as if the first volley had been so well directed that not one escaped. But a cry of rage and dismay went up the next minute, and the soldiers stopped like wild steeds on the brink of a precipice. “ Where are the Apaches?” The strange question was repeated over and over from husky throats, as the men dashed hither and thither, falling over each other in their mad eager- Comilcoooks (C(O)