On the Trail of Geronimo — page 302: what you’re looking at

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2388 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. pected was tried upon him. At the end of the half hour he heard the Indian that had been left behind stealing gently off, though, with all his care, he betrayed himself by a stumble. “ There’s no doubt he is the last,’? concluded Bedford, beginning to feel his way out of the gloomy place, “and I’m tired of staying here.” Manifestly there was but one thing to do: that was to follow the descent of the mountain spur, which must soon take him to the edge of the plain which began so abruptly. This Bedford proceeded to do with such skill that he made good progress. Here and there were openings among the stunted pines through which the faint moonlight made its way to the earth and helped him not a little in his labor. He did not forget to stop at intervals and listen for his enemies, who, for aught he knew, might be at his heels. It will be remembered that Bedford had been deprived of his gun and revolver, so that he would have been at a sad disadvantage had he found him- self confronted by only a single Apache. He was anxious now to recover his horse and _ join his friends. They had the gun and pistol of Braxton, GomilGgoooks