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"Yes, it will be best," Jack agreed. And so, as he rode off, preparations were made to transfer Mr. Bailey to the other place. "Now, Sunger, we'll show 'em what we can do when we carry the mail!" exclaimed Jack, as his faithful pony started off along the mountain trail again. Nothing of moment occurred on that ride.
For those letters are in that mail, and we must have them!" But as he galloped on for another quarter of a mile, it became increasingly evident that Sunger was not to be overtaken. The louder the hoof-beats of the other horse sounded, the faster the plucky little pony ran, though he was now tiring.
The bridge was as secure as Jack could make it in his haste, and having made sure that nothing was missing from the mail and express pouches, and fastening them securely, he mounted his horse again, and set off at a lively pace. For a while he was worried lest his pony might have strained a shoulder or a tendon, but Sunger appeared to be none the worse for the adventure.
If the animal were going at top speed, and Jack yelled that word, Sunger would brace up with his fore feet, slide with his hind ones, and bring up standing, like a train of cars when the engineer throws on the emergency air brakes. Of course Jack was never in the saddle when he worked this trick with Sunger. Had he been he might have been hurt.
But it can't be helped. You did the best you could. No one could have done more. That was a plucky thing you did tying yourself on the pony's back when you felt you were going to become unconscious." "But it didn't result in any good in the end," said Jack bitterly. "And now Sunger is gone, too." "That's too bad. But still we may catch this fellow. So my package was the only one he took?"
"It won't be any joke if Sunger casts a shoe when I get on the mountain trail. I'll take him over to the shop." The smith was busy, but Jack decided to wait. "I'll have plenty of time if I don't have to make a night ride," he remarked. "Say, while you're waiting," suggested Ryan, who had followed Jack over to the blacksmith shop, "why not come and have a bite to eat with me.
Jack yelled, again firing a shot Then, leaping on the back of his pony which was waiting for him outside the building, Jack gave chase after the escaping outlaw. "We've got to get him, Sunger!" he cried. "We've got to get him!" Shots always attract attention, especially in a western community where they usually mean something.
The way you sometimes clatter past my house makes me think you'll sure have an accident. Sometimes I'm so nervous I can't look at you." "Sunger is pretty sure-footed, even on worse mountain trails than the one from Rainbow Ridge to Golden Crossing," answered Jack with a laugh, that showed his white, even teeth, which formed a strange contrast to his tanned face. "Sunger," repeated Mrs.
"This is only playing me out. Maybe they'll come for me when Sunger gets home. Whoever sees him without me and the mail will know something has happened. The only trouble is they won't know where to look. But it's my best chance, I think." He lay quiet for a period, thinking over the momentous events that had just occurred. "I wonder who those men were, and what they were after," mused Jack.
Sunger did not do this with every one, either, and Jack felt more interest in the newcomer on that account. "Now, let's see what we have here," the man went on, as he lifted the pony's lame foot. "Oh, my name's Ryan," he added, as an afterthought. "And mine's Jack Bailey," said our hero, completing the introduction. "Glad to meet you.
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