On the Trail of Geronimo — page 52: what you’re looking at

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44 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. ribs, and uttering a shout which sent the animal forward at the top of his speed. The harness rattled and the hoofs sent the dirt flying in the air behind him, but the rider showed the beast no mercy. More precious lives than his were at stake, and the haste could not be too great. When the horse showed signs of lagging, the boot heels pounded his sides, and the yell that sounded in his ears would have startled any one within hearing. A mile further, the other three horses were passed. Two of them were nibbling the vegeta- tion, while the other was pursuing his way home- ward at a leisurely rate. «They haven’t heard anything of this at the sta- tion,” thought Buck, “and they will open their eyes when I tell my story.” Traveling at such a pace, the distance was soon passed, and he uttered another shout when he caught the twinkle of the lights through the dark- ness. The station was a low, rambling house, built around an inner court, after the manner of the buildings on the ranches of the southwest. The man, his wife, and his grown up son had made it CoOnniclooolxs (C(0) mM