On the Trail of Geronimo — page 98: what you’re looking at

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90 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. As there was no earthly chance for the Apache to shoot his man, what did the miscreant do, but deliberately kill his own beast! The bullet which sped from his gun bored almost the entire length of the body of the pony which had carried his master through many a feartul peril, inflicting a hurt that was instantly fatal. With a shrieking whinny, he bounded several feet in air, and plunged forward on his nose, dead. It must be borne in mind that all this time the squadron of cavalry were whirling down the road like a cyclone, and that, wonderfully fleet as was the Apache, his speed was less than that of a horse when on a full run. Consequently he fell behind his own flying animal, and was rapidly overhauled by his pursuers. At the moment when his gun flashed out in the gloom, the leading cavalryman was upon him. Leaning forward, he praised his sabre high, and made a downward sweep intended to cleave the skull of the Indian as though it were an apple. There can be no doubt, too, that he would have done it, but for the fact that the skull was not there when the blow descended. “There he is, Sam!” called out a second horse- COnnicloool< (©