On the Trail of Geronimo — page 304: what you’re looking at

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290 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. CHAPTER XXXIV. AT THE BASE OF THE MOUNTAIN. By great good fortune the fugitive came out at the point where he had begun the ascent of the mountain spur. There were the ruins of the burned house, dimly visible in the faint moonlight, with the pungent smoke still ascending from them. Near by was the spot where the remains of poor Walter Braxton and the ranchman had been laid away in their last long sleep. “The ponies can’t be far off,” he reflected, “ pro- vided they haven’t been disturbed by the Apaches. My gracious: but he ran a big risk in leaving them so near, when there are more of the redskins about than we suspected.” He was now able to take his bearings, and pro- ceeding with the same care he had shown from the first, he was not long in reaching the huge rock behind which he and his comrades had taken a rest at the close of the sultry afternoon. (C(O) im