On the Trail of Geronimo — page 183: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 171 of the presence of the troopers at the ranch. If they had had the least suspicion of it, an examina- tion of the footprints of the horses would have put them on their guard. As the party neared the building they changed from Indian file, so that the half dozen braves were almost abreast, though one near the middle, evidently the leader, was slightly in advance of the others. Something in the quiet of the house may have struck the red men as ominous, or it may have been due to their cunning that they came toa halt when a hundred feet distant. There was nothing to prevent them from dashing through the archway, and making their assault from the square within; but that would have been rash, before learning something more definite about the situa- tion. The horsemen had stood motionless but a few seconds, when the leader called out: “Hooh! hooh! Bueno die!” The last two words were intended as Spanish for ‘Good day!” “ Keep off!’ commanded Lieutenant Dick from his elevated station. CoOnniclooo (C(O)