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Didn 't you find it?" "We did not. It must have come to life some time during the night and dug its way out," laughed Tad. "And we've got a surprise for you," announced Stacy, swelling with pride. "What's it all about?" laughed the guide. "You'll see when you get to camp," answered Chunky. "I don't need guns to hunt with. A stout club for mine."
"Now brace your feet, Chunky, and help all you can." This Stacy did gladly enough. "Don't drop me," he warned. "If somebody doesn't let go you'll be all right," was the comforting answer. Walter, being weaker than the others, was by this time well-nigh exhausted, but he held on with a determination that did him credit. At last they succeeded in pulling Ned and Chunky to the surface.
He turned his horse, dashing for the protection of the foothills. In the meantime, Tad Butler had leaped from his pony, placing Stacy on the ground. It was observed that there was blood on the fat boy's left cheek, but his eyes, wide and frightened, were staring up at the boys now gathering about him. "Are you hurt?" demanded Tad breathlessly. "I'm killed." "Nonsense! It's only a flesh wound "
Professor Zepplin started out at once, followed by the others of his party, Stacy this time well up toward the front of the line. For reasons of his own he did not care to drag behind. If there was to be any shooting he wanted to be as far away from it as possible. The trip was made at a fast gallop and without incident, the party reaching the hollow without having drawn a shot from the enemy.
"You ought to be put off the reservation," threatened Stacy, shaking a menacing fist in front of the white teeth. In the meantime, Tad had gone over to the animals again, and, taking them in turn, sought to stir them up. He found he could not do so. The ponies' heads would drop to the ground after he had lifted and let go of them, just as if the animals were dead.
"Now what can it mean?" "It means trouble for us," spoke up Stacy. "I can feel it in my bones." "Who would desire to make trouble for us here?" demanded the Professor. "I don't know," replied Tad. "I don't believe that smoke has anything to do with us. It must be an Indian signal." "No Indian," grunted Anvik. "Him white man smoke." "How do you know?" questioned the Professor sharply. "Me know."
"He thinks he can shoot, but he can't. I wish I had a fish line. I'd go down to the river in the gorge there and see if I couldn't catch a fish. Maybe I can fix up something that will " "No, you don't, Stacy Brown. You stay right here. You would get lost before you got out of sight of the camp. I don't want to be left alone here, with nothing but a pair of long-eared mules for company."
"I hope the question will not be raised," said Mr. Stacy, gravely; "but if it is I must testify that he was in as full possession of his faculties as at any time since his first attack, twenty-six years ago." He then read the will, amid the breathless silence of the company.
I felt so ashamed I wanted to give up altogether, but Miss Stacy said I could learn to write well if I only trained myself to be my own severest critic. And so I am trying to." "You've only two more months before the Entrance," said Marilla. "Do you think you'll be able to get through?" Anne shivered. "I don't know. Sometimes I think I'll be all right and then I get horribly afraid.
The party broke up, leaving the spot in twos, after having received their orders, but in each case the Pony Rider Boys were accompanied by one or more of the regulars. In a few minutes all had left the place, except McKay, Tad and Stacy. These waited for the better part of half an hour. "Now forward and no loud talking, boys," the captain directed, touching his pony's sides with the spurs.
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