On the Trail of Geronimo — page 58: what you’re looking at

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DO ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. The other produced a flask, while the rancher tenderly raised the head, and the fiery stuff was held at the lips. The stage driver speedily rallied, and with something of his grim humor asked: ‘¢ Whose whisky is that? I know it ain’t yours, Buck, for you never carried such good stuff.” “You're right,” replied Buck, pleased beyond measure to find the brave fellow himself; “but what’s your idea of making a bed alongside the road? Wouldn’t you prefer one at the station?” “IT don’t know but what I would, I s’pose you’ve brought that victoria for my benefit; but what about the stage?” “The stage ain’t of much account any more,” replied the keeper of the station, sharing in the good-humor of the others; “but wait till we get you fixed, and then you can do all the talking you want to.” As they gently helped Zach to his feet he ex- plained that he had been struck twice—once in the arm, receiving a painful fracture, and once in the side. It was the latter wound that was dangerous. From some cause the pain overcame him at the very moment when he was confident of mastering his suffering. CoOnnicloo@