On the Trail of Geronimo — page 225: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 213 Windstrom’s devoted friend, Josh Joggens, have seen any way in which to help him, he would have rushed forth with the same impetuosity the fellow himself had shown in leaving. More than one silent tear, too, was shed for the inanimate form that lay so near them. He had died at the post of duty, his fate like that of scores and hundreds of other brave fellows who have given up their lives for their country. When opportunity was gained for further ex- amination, it was found that McGarvey had been slain by an arrow driven with such force and appalling accuracy that it passed through his heart, the point projecting from beneath his left shoulder. The wretch whose own life paid the penalty of the crime must have stolen fearfully close without discovery, for otherwise the aim could not have been so unerring nor the force so fearful. “Why did I not hear the snap of the bow string!” asked Dick. “I was listening so intently that I could have caught the falling of a leaf.” “Tt may seem past belief,’ replied Joggens, “but through some horrible skill, which I never could understand,an Apache warrior can discharge (C(O)