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In some places this would only be a walk, for the road was treacherous and difficult. In other places along a comparatively level slope, or down grade, Sunger would make up for lost time. As Jack made a turn in the road, he saw, riding ahead of him, two men on horseback. They turned in their saddles at the sound of his steed's hoof-beats, and Jack recognized one of the men as Jake Tantrell.
Jack slipped on his shoes, and, with a lantern, hurried across to where Sunger was stabled. As he approached the place the open door made his heart sink. "If he has taken Sunger " he faltered. That was what the masked robber had done. The pony's stall was vacant. Jack felt a fierce longing to do something desperate. This was the last straw. "Sunger gone! Sunger gone!" Jack repeated, blankly.
There's a crowd outside now, waiting to hear the story." "Well, I don't feel like telling them," said Jack. "I want to sit here and rest. Is Sunger all right?" "Yes," Mrs. Blake reported. "I'll go out and tell the folks something of what happened. Later on they can hear the whole story. But shan't I notify the sheriff or some one, and have them get after this Ryan? What became of him?"
He made an examination and found that such was the case. Sunger had gone lame, though not so badly but that, with the removal of the stone, the animal could be ridden. "I'll fix you up," Jack said, as he guided the pony to a shady spot on the trail, and proceeded to get out a simple kit he carried with him for emergencies.
For he saw, just ahead of him, the post office. That was the goal for which he had striven, and he seemed to realize that the race was won. No one attempted to stop Sunger. They knew where he would go. And reaching the rail where Jack always tied him at one side of the Golden Crossing post office, the pony stopped. He spread his legs far apart, for he was trembling from weariness.
We gave them a run for their money all right, and we'll do it again if they make another try. How are you, anyhow?" He talked to the pony as though the plucky little fellow were human. And perhaps Sunger understood more than Jack gave him credit for doing. Certainly he had proved his intelligence that day.
Jack's cuts did not amount to much, and he wanted to ride the route the next day after his experience, but Dr. Brown and his father would not let him. So a substitute was provided, furnishing his own horse, for Jack said Sunger was too tired to be used without some rest. The pony had made the trip alone, over the trail, and it was his appearance at the Watson home which had led to the alarm.
But he had given his pony this training so that in going down dangerous slopes Sunger would know how to bring himself suddenly to a halt. "I wonder if I can make him hear," thought Jack. "If I can, and if he'll stop, there'll be something doing in a minute." Jack saw that he could not hope to overtake the man ahead of him by an ordinary chase. The horse the pony rider bestrode was not fast enough.
"I only saw his back, and he wore a mask." "Well, come along anyhow. Hop on your pony and " "I can't!" Jack exclaimed. "The fellow took Sunger!" "He did!" the marshal cried. "Well, now we certainly must get him! If he's a horse thief, as well as a safe-blower we sure will get him! Scatter, boys! Be lively! Jack, I'll lend you a horse. Come on now.
Then if I do get unconscious, which I'm afraid is going to happen, I won't fall out. "And when I tie myself fast, Sunger," Jack went on, speaking as loudly as he could; "when I'm lashed fast, and don't know anything, you've got to go on and carry the mail and me. You've got to take the mail safe through to Jennie at Golden Crossing, and you've got to do it without my guidance.
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