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Updated: May 27, 2025
I couldn't know those planks in the bridge were loose. It's lucky Sunger felt them giving in time, and gave me the alarm, or we might both be lying somewhere with broken legs, if not worse." He glanced back to the place where the accident had so nearly occurred.
"That's my pony, and I'm going to have him back!" thought Jack. "And I'm going to get that man, too! Come on, boy!" For one of the few times in his life Jack used the whip. But he was humane. His horse responded with a burst of speed. But now the man ahead, hearing galloping hoofs behind him, urged on Sunger. And Sunger still could run.
"No, the mail and other stuff is all right," was the answer, broken by an exclamation of pain. "But I'm all in, Jack. I'm afraid I'm going to be quite ill. It was all I could do to ride the last few miles, but I wouldn't give in." Jack was at his father's side in an instant. "Get on Sunger," he urged. "He's easier for you to ride. Let me help you. What is the trouble? How did it happen?"
Over he went, vainly trying to save himself, and the next moment he landed heavily on the side of the trail and did not move. "Well, I guess that ends your riding for a time," thought Jack, grimly. Then he rode forward while Sunger, with a whinny of delight, turned back to meet his master. "Oh, Sunger! Sunger, old boy! You did it!" cried Jack.
Bailey, and Jack was glad to have her do so. The sick man was a little better in the morning, but far from being able to ride the mail route. So Jack saddled Sunger and went into town to meet the early morning stage which arrived every other day with mail and express matter to be taken to Golden Crossing and points beyond. The pony express was a connecting line between the two settlements.
Of course neither the government nor I could blame you for being robbed, but it is good to get it all back." "And did my pony get home safe?" asked Jack eagerly. Sunger meant much to him. "He's all right," said the hotel keeper. "I had one of my boys look after him. He's a bit winded, that's all. Smart little horse, that! If ever you want to sell him, Jack " "You needn't ask.
But in a little while he was all right, and could walk about. "Now, the question is, what's the best thing to do?" he asked himself. "Make for home, as soon as I can, and give the alarm," he reasoned. "I've got to give the alarm, if Sunger hasn't already gotten there and given it for me." Off on the dark and lonely trail he started.
I've got Sunger, got the papers back, and caught the robber, too. At least I think he must be the safe-cracker, though I can't be sure. I've got him right! Sunger, old boy, we worked the trick to perfection!" Jack thrust the strangely-recovered package into his pocket, and then gave more attention to the man.
He had provided himself with another horse to ride the mountain trail, and, though it was good, still it was not Sunger. Mrs. Blake and Jennie were very nervous after the safe robbery, and Mrs. Blake wanted her daughter to give up the post office. But the plucky girl would not. "They won't bother us again," she said. "It's like lightning. It won't happen the second time In the same place.
Jack cautioned him, as he pulled up the faithful animal "This is no time to fall!" But Sunger recovered himself, and galloped on. Suddenly a light flashed into view, then another. "A house!" exclaimed Jack. "The first one. Now for the alarm!" He rode up to the door, glad in his heart that the light was burning. "Though that doesn't indicate that they're awake," the lad mused.
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