On the Trail of Geronimo — page 32: what you’re looking at

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24 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. of the road, one on either hand, and approached the coach simultaneously. ‘ How many are in there?” growled the fellow on the right, whose face, as shown in the faint moonlight, was masked. “Only us two,” replied Buck, “and we’re poor picking.” “ That’s the way they all talk; any women folks?” ‘“ Nary a one—what’s that in your hand?” suddenly demanded the speaker with an impreca- tion, as he caught sight of the weapon which Dick Whitcomb slightly shifted just then. “ That's what it is!” With a dexterity that could not have been expected, the lieutenant whirled the pistol around so that the muzzle was pointed at the masked countenance, and let fly. The aim was a hurried one, but it was accurate, and the villain was hit hard. He staggered back- ward, muttering exclamations too dreadful to be recorded, while Dick, always taught that what was worth doing at all was worth doing well, fired twice again in rapid succession. Those gentry are quick to get the drop on an enemy, and the fellow on the other side of the GOniGoooks (C(0) mM