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stars and did not wake until the sun was high
enough to point its rays on his eyelids.

He woke up reluctantly; then remembered
where he was and looked overhead to make
sure that his precious venison was safe. It
was, and he slowly got to his feet, stiff but
refreshed.

First to eat, then to catch up with the cara-
van was the program Jim made for himself.
It did not seem a difficult one to carry out,
for Jinks was a speedy little pony, and even
though carrying a heavy load he should be
able soon to overtake the slow-going oxen.

So at least thought Jim.

When at length he emerged out of the
shade of the woods, leading the pony which
had the carcass of the deer. slung across the
saddle, he was dismayed to notice how high
the sun already was.

“lucky for you, Jinks my boy, that deer’s
not a wapiti” he told the pony as he swung
himself up behind the load. ‘We've got to
make tracks now and no mistake.”

The tough little buckskin managed a slow
lope at first, but soon had to drop into a walk

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