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Updated: May 27, 2025
With the instinct that characterizes dogs, horses and other animals, Sunger knew that he must go on to the Post Office. Just what had happened to his master, of course Sunger did not know. But it was something wrong the pony sensed that. And so with the unconscious form strapped to the saddle, with Jack's head pillowed on Sunger's neck, the plucky animal started to foil the plans of the plotters.
But as he covered mile after mile and nothing happened, he became easier in his mind. "I guess they aren't going to have a try for us, after all, Sunger," he said to his faithful pony. The plucky creature whinnied in answer, as Jack patted his neck. "It wouldn't do 'em much good to make us stand and deliver," mused the young express rider. "For Mr.
The bridge was not a carefully made one, and it would have been an easy matter for any one to so loosen a couple of the planks that the least motion would send them into the stream below. "But who would want to do a thing like that?" Jack reasoned. "I might have been killed, and so might Sunger. Well, all's well that ends well, I guess. Now I'd better be getting along."
"All right, I'll ride out and get the mail," decided Jack, and in due time he arrived at the place where the stage had been delayed because of a broken wheel. The mail was transferred to Jack, and he started back with it. "I wonder if the important letters can be in this bag," mused Jack, as he urged Sunger onward. There was no way of telling.
Here, some of yez give me a hand and we'll loosen him up, and take him inside. Poor lad! He's had a hard time!" They carried Jack inside, and laid him on a couch. Jennie and her mother used what simple remedies they had at hand to rouse him from his unconscious state. Tim took the exhausted pony to the stable, for Sunger was much in need of rest. "What was it?
And at the sight which met his eyes the lad exclaimed: "Say, this is certainly high water! I wonder if the dam is holding." It had rained hard all day. Now it was but drizzling. "I'm going to take a run down there," Jack decided. "It won't take me ten minutes, and you can easily make that up; can't you Sunger?" The pony whinnied in answer. "I've time enough, anyhow," Jack went on.
"Well, Sunger, old boy, we'll hit the back trail again for a little while," and Jack swung himself up into the saddle. Somewhat to Jack's surprise, when Ryan mounted, he, also, turned his horse's head in the direction of Tuckerton. "Are you going back, too?" Jack asked him. "Yes, I guess I might as well." "But I thought you were going to Golden Crossing." "So I am.
"Well, I'd like to see you do it, Jack, for I'd be sure the mail and express would be safe with you and Sunger," said the man. "But I don't know that the company will consent. You're not of age " "I couldn't ride any better if I were twenty-one than I can now," interrupted Jack. "I'll go to see Mr. Perkfeld the first thing in the morning.
"Well, it all seems a bit mysterious," commented Mr. Argent, "but maybe you know what you're talking about." And as Jack rode off on his usual trip, the two mining men went into the hotel deeply engaged in conversation. Jack had several stops to make that morning before getting on the more lonesome part of the trail, where he could give Sunger free rein to make as good time as possible.
I'll go and tell the gang. Maybe they can get the letters some other way. They aren't in Rainbow Ridge yet, and lots of things can happen on the road. I'll tell the gang and we'll think up something new." He reined in his nearly exhausted horse, and swung back down the trail, riding slowly. Sunger, with his unconscious burden, kept on.
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