On the Trail of Geronimo — page 91: what you’re looking at

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

ON THA ThAIL OF GERONIMO. 83 perpendicularly downward to a dizzying depth. A single misstep of the pony, and he and his riders would be precipitated to as certain destruction as was the old stage coach a couple of hours before. But the animals were sure footed, and they steadily ascended the sloping path with as much confidence as though walking on the level highway. A shiver passed over the leutenant as the horse beneath him made a slight stumble, but he instantly recovered himself, without any apparent alarm on the part of his master. Suddenly the leading pony arrived at the level sround above, closely followed by the others. The feat was accomplished so unexpectedly that it was a minute or two before Dick realized what had taken place. Then to his amazement, he observed that they were in the broad highway over which the stage was traveling when it was destroyed. The point where the road was reached was some distance in advance of the scene of the catastrophe, and within a mile or more of the station from which help had been sent out to Zach Emmons, the injured driver. The leading horseman brought his animal to a halt, and waited for the others to CoOnniclooo (C(O) mM