On the Trail of Geronimo — page 216: what you’re looking at

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204 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. fore he could get beyond their reach. They emitted screeching whoops and began firing their guns, which in the partial gloom could not be well aimed, though Windstrom heard the balls whistling un- comiortably close about his ears. Not only that, but there was a whizz which could not be mistaken as an object sped in front of his face. “ It isn’t enough for the spalpeens to shoot guns,” he muttered, ‘but they must use bows and arrers.” As he had done many times before, the fugitive flung himself forward on his horse, so as to offer as_ little of his body as possible to his enemies. “Go it, pet!” he called to his animal. “Ive never yit seen the Apache animal that could beat you, and this ain’t the time whin it will be healthy to have yersilf outrun.” The race was much hotter than a man in Wind- strom’s situation could desire. It seemed impos- sible to elude the bullets and arrows that were flying around him, and which must follow him for some time before he could throw enough distance to the rear to carry him out of the range of his pursuers, But his horse was doing magnificently, and the frequent glances he cast around left no doubt that, Ccomiicoooks (C(O) mM