On the Trail of Geronimo — page 217: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 205 having struck his gait, as may be said, he would soon leave the others hopelessly behind. Suddenly the steed flung up his head with a peculiar shiver of the body, like an animal when badly stung. The rider suspected what it meant, but inasmuch as the horse increased, rather than diminished his speed, he was hopeful that it was nothing serious. Quite a ridge obtruded across the course Win- strom was pursuing. He dreaded to ride over the crest, where he would be in plain sight, but as he had no means of knowing how far to the right and leit the elevation extended, he did not dare change his course. “ Come, my pet!” he called again, partly straight- ening up, and giving the steed an affectionate pat ; “you haven’t much more to do till it will be ended.” Up the slope shot the animal as if fired from a catapult, and Windstrom’s heart gave a throb of pride, as he found himself hardly able to catch sight of the Apaches following him with such venomous vigor. They had been almost as quick as he to descry the obstruction in the path of the fugitive. They must have felt that once safely over that, he was CoOnniclooo (axe) mM