On the Trail of Geronimo — page 75: what you’re looking at

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

ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO, 67 scramble out of the cave and get a start for the camp fire. The pistol was leveled at the front of the giant foe, and more than once his finger pressed the trigger almost hard enough to discharge the weapon, but the youth hesitated, afraid to open the struggle so long as there was a possibility of avoiding it. This extraordinary situation was too strained to continue long. Since the eyesight of the animal could not tell him the truth, it is more than likely he would have speedily made the deciding inves- tigation himself; for it is not to be supposed that such a mighty monarch of the solitudes knew much of real fear, even though a somewhat similar sensa- tion had caused him to hesitate for a brief while. The head of the bear being lowered, there was a peculiar humping of his vast shoulders, making an irregular outline as they were thrown in relief against the sky, the huge head being mostly invis- ible, because of the intervening shoulders. Dick was scanning this odd picture closely and on the eve of firing, when one of the shoulders dropped several inches lower than the other. This was because the weight of the front was thrown on (C(O) nn) (@ 6)(0)(6) (C(O) mM