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can get the Indian to help me find her and that
would be the best plan.”

“It’s my job, that’s all,” Jim said stubbornly.
But he added directly after, “I guess the best
one for the job ought to do it. If you think
you're the best, and the others think so—”

“You’ve got your mother to remember,”
Arthur interrupted.

“T’m thinking of her too,” said Jim. -

The two boys stood looking in each other’s
faces. Which was the better man? __

Arthur knew. He could handle the dugout
as well as Jim, and he had brains and foresight,
no less than Jim. But had he the courage that
did not even know fear? That could be cool
and collected in the face of death? He was
willing to face any danger for Betty’s sake or
Jim’s, but face it with indifference he could not
and he knew it. In an extremity he would
tremble and hesitate. :

“You can stay. I’ll go on,” said the English
boy quietly. ‘Good luck to you, Jim!”

He took Jim’s place at the Little General’s
side and led her to the raft.

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