On the Trail of Geronimo — page 175: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 163 She wondered why the young officer at the head of thesquad was smiling. Could there be anything in her dress that caused it, she asked herself, blush ing and glancing downward at her attire without detecting anything amiss. On galloped the six troopers, five of them at a respectful distance behind the youthful leader, whose face, like theirs, had become bronzed under the flaming Arizonasun. Ten feet away the officer cheeked -his steed, and, leaving him to the care of those behind him, sprang from the saddle, and walked rapidly toward the astonished lady. ‘Miss Harland, you haven’t forgotten me?” “Lieutenant Whitcomb!” exclaimed the de- lighted girl, “ where did you come from?” “T have been out on a scout with our company, and we are working our way back to Fort Grant, where you may remember I told you, when at the Point, I had orders to report. ” “TI cannot tell you how pleased I am to see you, ” said the lady, recovering her composure and speak- ing nothing but the truth, as she tried to do at all times ; ‘* but,’ she added, “ let you and your men put up your horses and come into the house. There! I will listen to no excuse; visitors are too CoOnniclooo (C(O) mM