On the Trail of Geronimo — page 260: what you’re looking at

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248 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. Englander, and was well beyond him before the latter, with all his cleverness, could touch him. 99 “Now I’m ready!” muttered Joggens, facing toward the wily redskin, whom he expected in- stantly to return. But the Apache was still running like a deer, straight away from the party. Before the cavalry- man could understand the meaning of the man- euver, he was a hundred yards distant, and still going at a speed which no horse in the party could surpass in the yielding sand. “By the mischief! but he doesn’t mean to come back at all!” shouted Walter Windstrom. “ Drop, every one of you!” The order was uttered by Lieutenant Whitcomb, and was obeyed without a second’s pause. Every soldier was on his face in the sand in a twinkling. The Apaches had enough. Many a time had those fearful warriors defeated an equal and some- times a superior number of white men, and it is well known that the band with which Geronimo defied the military authorities was but a fraction of the forces that hunted him so long in vain. In the instance, however, which we are describ- ing, seven of the best Apaches gave up the task of Gomicboo (C(O) mM