On the Trail of Geronimo — page 193: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 181 beside Fanny Harland on the rude bench in front of her Arizona home. He and his men were tired from their hard ride, for they had been in the saddle several days, and the rest was grateful. The cooling draught of water from the well with- in the square, the bright faces, and the cheertful- ness that prevailed despite the stirring events of a short time before, could not fail to have their effect on the campaigners, who enjoyed such occa- sions all too rarely. The skeleton at the feast was Dick’s misgiving as to the immediate future of those ladies. Young as he was, and brief as had been his experience in the Indian country, he knew the frightful ferocity of the Apaches, who had desolated the border so often. While Fanny and her mother thought the fierce reception given the half dozen warriors would act asa deterrent, he could not help think- ing it likely to produce the opposite effect, and that the feeling of revenge—one of the most marked characteristics of the American race— would cause them to pay another visitto the ranch within a short time, probably before the return of Caleb Harland, if indeed he ever returned. However, Dick had done his utmost to persuade (C(O) nn) (C 6)(0)(6) (C(O)