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Sunger did not appear to have suffered so much as Jack had feared. "I guess you can ride trail yet," Jack mused. "I'll use you in place of Dobbin." He transferred the mail sacks to his own pony, and then rode back to the cabin, taking the other horse with him. "For you might come to, and manage to ride off," Jack said looking at the unconscious man. But the fellow did not.
"I wonder if this could be a clew to the robber?" he asked himself. "Queer thing about his not riding his horse up to Ford's cabin. Why should he do that unless he was afraid the horse would be recognized. Why should he Great Scott!" suddenly exclaimed Jack aloud. "I believe I know why. He had Sunger, and didn't dare let Ford see him! That's it!
"How can I stop him? How can I foil him?" mused the ill and almost fainting rider. "I I've got to do something. But what? I can't stay in the saddle much longer. Go on, Sunger! Go on!" For the pony had stopped again. Jack wanted desperately to get a drink from the cold spring, but he dared not. "If I leave the saddle I'd not have strength to get up in it again," he reasoned.
Jack enjoyed every moment of it as he rode the trail. "It certainly is a great life!" he reflected. "I'm glad the way is so rough, otherwise they'd be wanting me to use a motor-cycle or an automobile. But none of them for me, while I have you, Sunger!" The pony whinnied his answer, as Jack patted him on the neck.
The rain was a perfect torrent now, and the lad realized that, with all this additional water falling into the reservoir, and with what it would receive from the swollen mountain streams flowing into it, the dam would be further endangered. The pony slipped and almost fell as he went around a bad turn, where the trail was filled with rocks. "Look out there, Sunger!"
The pony was not hurt, and soon scrambled to his feet and looked at his owner, Jack imagined, with a sort of apologetic expression. "I know you couldn't help it, Sunger, old boy," the lad said. "It wasn't your fault." He limped toward his steed and patted him. Then Jack saw that one of his saddle girths had broken. With that unmended it would be useless to try to continue the pursuit.
It suddenly flashed into his mind. "Could it be Jennie? She's in the post office, and she's sometimes there alone! If some one should try to find out something about the mail or express business they had no right to know!" Jack hardly knew what to think. But there came a sudden desire in his heart to be near Jennie to be ready in case she called. "Come on, Sunger, hit it up!"
"And if any more bogus ones come on the scene, I hope I'm here or that Jack is." "Yes, Jack routed that other chap finely," said Jennie. And so they waited for the return of the pony express rider. Meanwhile, what of Jack? Brave and intelligent Sunger was galloping on with his senseless burden. The pony seemed to know just what to do.
With this last urging Jack's eyes closed, and he felt himself going off into unconsciousness. Then the brave and intelligent Sunger sprang forward. Somehow the pony must have understood. At any rate, he knew that all haste must be made on the trail. He was carrying the mail, and Jack always urged him to top speed on such occasions.
I let him get too much the start, but I sure did think I'd find him senseless beside the road!" But Ryan reckoned without his host. Sunger was not going to be caught The going was better now, and the little pony had the advantage of not carrying as much weight as did the larger horse. Moreover, Sunger was naturally fleeter.
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