On the Trail of Geronimo — page 57: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. A9 The road agents had appeared on the scene with- out their horses, and this man, in all probability, was the one who stationed himself in advance of the coach. He had been badly hurt, but, since he was so far in advance of the spot where the fusil- lade took place, he must have been able to travel a considerable distance without help. Realizing at last that he was mortally wounded, he had lain down at the side of the mountain highway and died. “Well,” said Buck, with a sigh, “he had nobody but himself to blame for this. We can’t do him any good, and we may as well leave him here.” Unquestionably this was the best thing to do, and the men did not waste their time. Quickly re-entering the hight wagon, they resumed their hunt for Zach Emmons, and had gone less than a hundred yards, when the driver exclaimed in a guarded undertone: ‘‘There’s another of ’em, or it’s Zach himself!” The second man lay in a position almost precisely like that of the first. An audible groan left no doubt that, badly hurt as he might be, he was yet alive. The two men were at his side the next instant. “Tt’s Zach!” said ae “¢Where’s that whisky ?”’ (C(O) nn) (@ 6)(0)(6)