On the Trail of Geronimo — page 27: what you’re looking at

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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 19 temperature had so moderated that existence was no longer a burden. Now and then a refreshing breeze swept through the coach, and fanned his fevered face, while the driver, who was what might be called a “ weather sharp,” promised him and Buck that it would become still ecocler before morning. There was a moon in the sky, but the straggling clouds rendered the light treacherous and uncer- tain. Sometimes, when they peered out of the stage, they could see several hundred feet in advance, and again the leaders were hardly visible. The dust, which had been sucha plague beyond Tucson, became a great deal less, and the wind carried it all back before it rose to the height of she passenger's seats. Then Dick’s heart beat a trifle faster, when he reflected that if all went well he would reach Fort Grant on the morrow. He was assigned to Com- pany G, Sixth Cavalry, and, from what he had learned since entering Arizona, he would not be kept long waiting for the most arduous kind of service. “What a good place this would be for road agents,” remarked the young officer, as they CoOnnicloo@ (C(O) mM