On the Trail of Geronimo — page 96: what you’re looking at

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

88 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. The leutenant hugged his enemy like a bear. He must have seriously interfered with the breath- ing of the Apache, though he could not entirely shut off his wind. He kept striking backward, sometimes over his shoulder and sometimes under it, and more than once the point of his knife punctured the skin of the officer, who hugged him the more tightly. Suddenly he withdrew his arms from under those of his foe, and like a flash threw them around his body, so as to clasp the arms of the other in the embrace ; but with inimitable dexterity, the Apache released his left arm, which grasped his rifle, and exchanged the latter weapon for his knife, with which he again began striking with the fierceness and swiftness of a coiled serpent at the young man, who was hanging on like grim death. This remarkable contest was begun and ended in the space of a single minute. All at once, the lieutenant pressed his knees against the ribs of the pony, and then, by a quick, powerful wrench, hurled the Apache from his horse. Even then the discomfited warrior displayed an agility that approached the marvelous. Although he went off sideways, and at a moment when he CONnicoookxs. conn