On the Trail of Geronimo — page 211: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 199 he stepped, looked at him a moment, and then trotted toward him with a neigh of pleasure at the recognition. Windstrom’s anger changed to good will at this evidence of affection on the part of the steed. All his threats of punishment were forgotten, and, when the animal stretched his nose forward he rubbed it, with many words of commendation. “So the spalpeens scared ye, did they?” he asked, ready to throw his arms around the beau- tiful, arching neck. “I can’t blame ye for laving such oncongenial company, but I’m with ye now, and ye may dismiss all fear.” With the skill of a centaur, the trooper vaulted upon the back of his steed and drew up the strap with which he had been hobbled. It was sufficient, for the intelligent creature understood almost every word said to him. A pressure to the right or left with the thong, one end of which was passed round his neck, was as effective as bridle and bit. Windstrom was hardly astride of his pony, when he recalled how strange it was that the horse should have broken the hobble. Drawing up the strap, he examined the other end. A glance CoOmilcoooks (C(O) mM