On the Trail of Geronimo — page 206: what you’re looking at

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194 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. CHAPTER XXIII. A PURSUIT AND CAPTURE. LIEUTENANT WHITCOMB silently cocked his carbine. He did not lose his presence of mind at the discovery that McGarvey, the sentinel, had been slain at his post; but, mindful of danger which threatened the camp, peered searchingly round in the gloom to learn whether the perpetrator of the murder was near him. A sound like the rustling of a leaf fell upon his ear, and he knew on the instant that one Apache at least was stealing from the spot. He could not see the Indian, however, though he must have been but a few feet away. Just beyond, where the moonlight fell unob- structed, was a larger rock than the rest. The assassin could have passed round this or avoided it altogether, but for some reason he chose to climb over it. Still stranger, when he wason the very top, he paused, turned about and looked back, as CoOnniclooolks (CO)