Penny Dreadfuls, 1901 · page 295 of 356
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ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. 281 There was every reason to believe the warrior would follow a straight line, in which event it would never do for Whitcomb to stay where he was. The Apaches are as keen of hearing as of sight, and cautiously as the lieutenant shifted his posi- tion to the left, he was fearful that the movement had been heard, but there was no help for it. The blazing wood being directly behind the Apache, his figure loomed up large and distinct as he approached. The white man raised his shoul- ders so that he rested on his left elbow, while he grasped his Smith & Wesson in his right hand, prepared to fire the instant he was discovered, when he would bound to his feet and make off in the darkness. As was anticipated, the Apache followed a bee line until he reached the edge of the small plateau. Thus he walked over the very spot where Lieuten- ant Whitcomb lay a moment before, and but for the slight change of position, discovery would have been certain. As it was, he could have seized one of the moccasins and flung the savage to the ground. Having passed the white man, the Indian became (C(O) nn) (@ 6)(0)(6) (C(O)