On the Trail of Geronimo — page 306: what you’re looking at

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292 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. further to the rear, when a guarded but well known voice called to him: ‘Whist! what’s the matter with ye? It’s meself, Walt Windstrom.” “Thank heaven!” was the fervent ejaculation of the affrighted soldier, “ I was sure it was one of the redskins.”’ As he spoke, the famous scout straightened up, stepped forward and grasped his hand. “Where is Joggens?” «Here he is,” replied that individual, also coming forward and taking his hand; “and now what’s become of the leftenant?”’ “J hope it is well with him; but I don’t know.” “Tell us what has happened.” | The story was quickly related, the scouts listen- ing with breathless attention to the stirring narra- tive. “By the powers,” said Windstrom, “but you had a great escape; it will be something to talk about after we get back to the fort.” “It would seem,” added Joggens, “that since you did so well, the leftenant ought to’be able to pull out of the bad hole in which he may have stumbled; but these things are not governed by (EO) CORnnIElOOKS